My dinner last night was a spinach salad from the drive-through window at Wendy's. Now, I can understand that there's a lot of pressure on the drive-through staff, and sometimes it's not easy to make a snap decision about which utensil would best suit the food. But really. You gave me a
knife. Not a fork -- or even a spoon -- but a lonely plastic
knife.
A bit of nonsense verse that I read as a child sprang to mind, though I can't remember where it's from:
I eat my peas with honey
I've done it all my life
It makes the peas taste funny
But it keeps them on my knife
Replace peas and honey with spinach leaves and Italian dressing and you can picture how my meal went.
Cubey Terra