Apparently, we humans aren't as unique as we'd like to believe ourselves to be. I sat at a different table this morning at Bob's. (Damned interlopers! How dare they!?)
Anyway, I put my spoon down exactly in that worn out place on the counter. What's up with that? We aren't even all proportioned the same. How does this happen? I guess when the diner's been here since 1949, these things will happen.
Of course, I had to take a picture of it.
The nice police officer sitting in my regular booth peered over the frosted glass divider at me right after the shutter clicked.
Having made this astonishing discovery, I could no longer be disgruntled with him for taking my spot.
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