Lunch Rush
Nov 18 2022
The guy eating pizza
with a knife and fork
draws sideways glances
and puzzled looks.
Someone pointed,
a few snickers were heard.
A slice,
like sandwiches and fruit
and the usual finger foods.
No mismatched spoons.
No cold hard steel
or sharpened prongs,
no implements
and less to wash.
For me, it has to be french fries
fork-free,
because there is something deeply tactile
about hand-to-mouth;
the feel
the heat
the savouring,
nothing coming in-between.
And then, a delectable ending
of finger-licking pleasure
to complete the meal.
But pizza?!!
A man of the people never would.
He must have been raised by respectable parents
who desperately wanted
to be polite and proper
and accepted by their higher-ups;
a cup of tea
in bone china
pinkie extended,
the correct utensil
for every course.
Immaculate hands
knife and fork.
Eventually, people stopped paying attention.
And he remained oblivious
to the shaken heads
and quizzical stares.
I felt badly
for having looked;
after all
it was none of my business
and each to his own.
In fact, I actually admire
his self-possession.
Parents
who had tried so hard to fit in,
and a grown son
who does what he does
regardless.
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