Monday, January 07, 2008

Urban Curse



"No fork, please."

The woman behind the counter looks puzzled. She hesitates as her hands struggle to alter their rhythm.

"WHAT?" She looks stunned.

You'd think I'd told her that her shirt was on fire.

"NO FORK. I have forks at home."

She smiles and nods. Her hands mechanically install a fork and a napkin into a small paper bag along with my dinner. She can't help herself.

What the hell am I supposed to do with all these plastic utensils?

3 comments:

Amanda Castleman said...

>What the hell am I supposed to do with all these plastic utensils?

You – the woman involved in the dollar-store art exhibit – has to ask?

Marie said...

Just found a dozen more in my desk at my office.

Linda said...

Keep a few in your car for emergency snacks, like eating the yogurt you just bought in the grocery store while sitting in the parking lot.