Had my lunch at eatery. (It still seems to be the word out there that looking “fabulous” will make you smart... psst... it does not.)
The place was packed. I was by myself. The chances of getting a seat at a table with air conditioning were very slim. I decided to sit outside. It was just me and a napkin, a tiny plate, a fork, a knife and 9th avenue. The napkins at eatery are the vicious fabric kind, the ones that leave white marks on everything but white clothing.
I made a little rabbit puppet out of my napkin, put it on top of my salt shaker and positioned the arrangements for a photograph in front of me on the table. A lady stopped by me on 9th avenue, touched my shoulder and asked, very gently, her head sly slanted, if I were going to have lunch with my little bunny friend. I smiled back. I told her that I was not very comfortable with the place, but that the food was so good that I had to do anything to break the spell.
I whispered to the bunny, that next time, we would need to dress up better. I made him into a boat, but he fell apart. My food came. It was good indeed.