I took some friends out to dinner last week, and I noticed a spoon in the shirt pocket of our waiter as he handed us the menus. It seemed a little odd, but I dismissed it as a random thing. Continue reading
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Friday Fictioneers -The Egg Torture
‘How do you want your eggs?’ the waitress asked.
It was our weekly routine. She asked, and I didn’t know what to say. Continue reading