Silverware

I'm sitting in a restaurant with some friends and the women I love. We just ordered and waiting for the waiter to bring the plates with delicious food to our table. Everything is as it supposed to be. Nice conversations with the people I enjoy being with. The waiter brings the plates with hot steaming food to our tables. It smells excellent and I get hungry just by sniffing up the hot steam coming from the food. "Eet smakelijk" (=have a nice dinner) is what everybody says to eachother.





I pick up the spoon and fill it up with food from the plate. I bring the spoon to my mouth and that's the moment my mind begins to think; "wait a minute ... what am I doing?". I'm about to stick a spoon inside my mouth that was a half hour ago inside the mouth of somebody else that I don't know. Some dirty bastard that licks his spoon every second he can. Somebody that has problems with bleeding gums or rotting teeth. That's the spoon that I'm about to stick inside my mouth.

A spoon inside my mouth that was thrown a half hour ago in a cistern of tepid water where it could soak with the rest of the dirty silverware. A big cistern of tepid saliva with bits of food. As it's busy inside the restaurant the silverware won't be pulled out one by one, polished and dried. It's picked up all at once and shaken two or three times till it's dry. My spoon slips out of the waiter his hand and on the floor under the counter where it becomes one with it's surrounding. A waiter finds the spoon ... picks it up ... spits on it and dries it off on his sleeve to afterwards roll it up in a napkin to give me it and say; "Eet smakelijk meneer Kamphuis!" (=have a nice dinner sir Kamphuis)

And still people think it's weird that I take my own silverware to a restaurant.