The restaurant seemed perfect. Polished cutlery, warm lighting, flawless service.
Then the spoon hit the floor.
One small accident, one replacement spoon from a pocket, and suddenly nothing felt normal anymore.
Because once you notice the spoons… you notice the strings.
And once the waiter finally leans in and explains the truth,
you’ll never look at “fine dining” the sa… Continues…
They thought they were just enjoying a quiet meal, impressed by the efficiency of the staff and the little details that made the restaurant feel special.
A spare spoon in every pocket seemed quirky, even brilliant,
when the waiter explained that spoons were statistically the most dropped utensil.
Time saved, service improved, everyone happy.
Until the man’s eyes drifted lower and caught that odd little detail: a short piece of string, hanging from every waiter’s fly.
The explanation arrived with a whisper and a conspiratorial smile.
The string, the waiter confessed, was tied to “the tool,”
so they could use the bathroom without touching themselves and skip washing their hands.
The man, unsettled, asked the only logical follow-up: how do you put it away?
The waiter’s answer was calm, almost proud.
He simply tapped his pocket and said, “Personally, I use the spoon.”
