One day I was at a hotel for a meeting of some sort. I picked a coffee cup out of the stack of cups and put it under the spout of the coffee urn. When the cup was around half full, it split in half. I guess there was some hidden flaw in the cup that I couldn't see. It looked like a coffee cup, but it was really a disaster waiting to happen. I often think of myself as a cofee cup like that one. As long as I am in the stack of clean cups, I am just as good as the next cup. If for some reason I was actually used, if there was an attempt to fill me up, I'd crack and get thrown in the trash.