Salt and Pepper Shakers

There's this break room— Where I work, of course— That holds three microwaves, one refrigerator, a stove, and two vending machines. All cannot be younger than Five years at the earliest. This break room is tiled But rather dirty despite Monthly scrubbing and mopping. I and my coworkers— Most Guatemalans and Salvadorans, but there is a Single Mexican—eat here, Our bags of chips, fruits, microwavable nonperishables—; A couple of ladies Cook tortillas upon the stovetop. The chairs are either plastic Or metal, but, bizarrely, There's a comfy-looking Cushioned seat and even A varnished, wooden swivel. The makeup is makeshift, This break room. And, Along one of the sills of The big windows at the far End, are empty glass salt And pepper shakers. The Salt shaker's glass design Features vertical lines, The ridges comfortable in Your hand. The pepper shaker Carries horizontal lines. They've been there since I First began work, never Holding any spices themselves.