Experience at the Shoppe #1

It's amazing what a change of perspective can do to an object; it can completely distort it. A table is no longer a table. It's a battle field, it's a plateau, it's the space that you can pour your heart onto: steady, fourlegged, flat, forgiving, silent. It's perfect.

The ladies who just came in, left a generous two-dollar tip, felt the same way. The left crying together, two women, three plates, two cups, two forks, two spoons, one table. They were all left as what they are.

It made me think to myself, that table means something completely different to them than it does to me. A memory is attached to it, the table is a tangible reminder to them of the emotions they experienced together. 

I look at that table and think, I'm going to have to clean that later; I hope they didn't use honey.