We're plating salads around model cars.
Cubbies of vintage plate.
Tables like lily padded lakes.
There are too many plates for this space.
I'm annoyed by the stacks of them in corners around the room.
Everyone is moving in time-lapse.
I'm anxious about space and salad greens.
When I start plating, everyone is deep in conversation.
I can't relate, so I start yelling and moving plates around on the tables.
Take one.
Shuffle two.
I yell, "The more I put in, the less I take away.
But that's fine.".
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