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Good. There seems to be No one here That I know. "How many?" "Just me." "Only one?" Always only one. Led to a table Past looks of Curious diners. Why is she alone? Must order quickly, Then check e-mails Or at least appear to Be occupied Electronically. Food arrives. I have mastered The art of Eating with one hand And reading e-mails With the other, To avoid looking around While eating lunch alone. "Would you like Anything else?" "Just the check and a drink to go." She complies, The bill is paid, The phone put away. I'm out the door And in my car Headed back to work. Painfully aware That I will have Lunch for one again Tomorrow.
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
Lunch for One
Good. There seems to be No one here That I know. "How many?" "Just me." "Only one?" Always only one. Led to a table Past looks of Curious diners. Why is she alone? Must order quickly, Then check e-mails Or at least appear to Be occupied Electronically. Food arrives. I have mastered The art of Eating with one hand And reading e-mails With the other, To avoid looking around While eating lunch alone. "Would you like Anything else?" "Just the check and a drink to go." She complies, The bill is paid, The phone put away. I'm out the door And in my car Headed back to work. Painfully aware That I will have Lunch for one again Tomorrow.
sharon-ousley
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
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