A strawberry got stuck in an elevator.

Another found time to see a therapist.

It was a ripe hour of divesting secrets long-buried.

The therapist gave the strawberry a lottery ticket.

The elevator juddered, moved and arrived on the eighth floor.

The lottery ticket was not a winner, the hour was most rewarding.

We ask: is this a metaphor…who is the strawberry…are we praising therapy?

Give us an hour and we’ll probably find out.