A Snippet
January 4th, 2012
This has been sitting in my drafts folder, unattended, for quite some time. Why not just put it out into the world? Yeah, I agree. Happy new year, where you are.
We sat down. The table between us was just high enough to be uncomfortable. Sometimes I like to sit with my head resting in my hands, and my elbows pressed into the table, just to show that I’m either intently listening or bored, or both. You can tell the difference when you’re sitting only a few feet across from me, even in low lighting.
I wasn’t paying much attention to the fact that our server had been standing there for what must have been a good five minutes. James opened his menu and graciously refrained from revisiting an earlier diatribe about agricultural injustices. Instead, he simply ordered a garden salad – no dressing – and looked over at me impatiently while my eyes stumbled across the options before me.
“Uh, I’m really sorry,” I told the waiter. “Could you tell me what the specials are again?”