Member Rara Avis
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I almost always take the crayons.
At restaurants, I mean.... and for a bunch of reasons, not the least of which is that sometimes I write poems with them while waiting for the meal. Here are a few of those that come to mind, the second of which applies to this story....
This morning it was breakfast, at a hotel restaurant in San Diego....I was wearing my silly "Mahalo" tee-shirt, and the lady at the front desk smiled, told me a little wistfully about missing Hawaii, since she'd moved to the mainland....
I took the crayons, and that made her laugh -- and teasingly bring out the children's color-me placemat to go with them.....passing by our table later she smiled again, with a little comment about me being "all taken-care-of".....
One of the happys on the place-mat was a puzzle, "Choose The Crab That's Different"...one got colored red with green polka-dots and blue eyes...and marked "Me".....
Around it I wrote this:
Why I Take The Restaurant Crayons
I take the crayons
because they're a simple joy,
not just for children.
We who have known life's waiting,
do we not deserve them most?
.....and I folded it as a card, wrote on the front of it,
"Because you smiled"....and dropped it by the front desk as we left....
I'll never know what happened next, but that's ok.
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