On the way out

“These small napkins will never go out of style…unless the world finds there is no longer any room for a little decorum.” The loose folds of her neck shimmied as she spoke and betrayed a deep-rooted lament for a world gone lost.

Overly-polite, in hushed tones, we ate lunch with the ramrod posture and hesitation of youth desperately trying figure out “a little decorum” on the fly.

I usually eat lunch standing outside next to the day’s street vendor of choice.

I usually drink a wheat germ soy protein banana peanut butter shake for lunch while walking back from the gym.

I usually eat a salad at my desk while talking on the phone with my mother during my lunch break.

I usually close the door to my office and smoke a cigarette while watching joggers in the park during lunch break.

I usually microwave a Lean Cuisine and watch TV in the lounge for lunch.