You may have seen them out of the corner of your eye… at the next table or across the restaurant.
Sometimes, you may have had the misfortune of seeing them up close and personal, across the table from you.
No matter how you run into them or how they are inflicted upon you… the result is usually the same. Stunned disbelief.
My beloved friend, CW, and I were sitting down to dinner… minding our own business. Conversation, as always, was sparkling and witty. ‘Gay banter’ some may have called it a more innocent by-gone era.
She looked up, starting to make a point. She froze in mid-sentence. I can only imagine the look on her face. And I say that literally since I was unable to see her. Why?
Well, I think the answer by now is obvious.
I smiled and casually asked, “What?”
I removed my impromptu eye-wear and gazed at my dearly beloved friend, her eyes closed, shaking her head.
I had achieved the desired reaction.
I think what really did the trick was the fact that I had added two dark blue ‘pupils’ on the bottom of the creamers.
Not unlike The Spanish Inquisition, nobody expects the Creamer Eyes.
And yet, when one is confronted with them, there is a sense of inevitability about the encounter.
“It was just a matter of time, I suppose,” seems to be the over-riding sense.
Resignation to the inevitability of the Creamer Eyes. A sense of defeat… of being bested by the childishness of it all.
And yet, you cannot help but stifle a giggle as you shake your head in disbelief.
So, here’s to Creamer Eyes… and to the loonies who don them!
