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Thursday, January 13, 2005
I Stole a Fork Our flatware at home is like this. Very plain and utilitarian and matching. Except for two spoons that I took from my dad’s when I was living there. (They were the perfect-sized spoons.) At work, we have a kitchenette with all sorts of mismatched plates, glasses, mugs, and flatware. And there was one particular fork that I used whenever it was clean. It was similar to this pattern. So, anyway, I took it home. For Christmas, we received a gift card from Bed, Bath & Beyond, which I used to buy four place settings of the bamboo pattern. But I don’t think I’ll return the kidnapped fork because it has a subtle difference (flat handle instead of round) . . . and a story to tell. |