The Parable of the Honey Jar

I flung down the spoon. "All I want," I said, "all I want is a couple drops of honey, and I can't get them! If I had a spatula I could get it out, but this damn spoon doesn't work."

Martha hefted the jar and looked at it cautiously.

"I know, I know," I said. "If I could scrape better I could get it out. It's a poor craftsman blames his tools."

"Well, maybe that's the problem," she said dubiously.

"Okay, I know," I said. The real problem is that I shouldn't be attached to honey at all."

"I suppose that might be it," she agreed. "But I was thinking it might be because this is a peanut butter jar."