At Mel's a few years ago, I saw someone from a table that was recently sat wave over a waitress burdened by a tray of cleared dishes. They pointed to something on the table and said, "I think that is a booger." She looked at it, leaned in a bit for a closer look, reached down with a finger and swiped it up for an even closer inspection, then merely wiped it on her apron and headed back to the kitchen.
The table of individuals then proceeded to get up and head for the exit.
I pondered the scene briefly, the meaning of the moment and its application to life, and then dug back into my perfectly cooked chicken fried steak.
The table of individuals then proceeded to get up and head for the exit.
I pondered the scene briefly, the meaning of the moment and its application to life, and then dug back into my perfectly cooked chicken fried steak.