Sunlight streams in a plate glass window, Warming my back and making our glasses sparkle. We're in a restaurant, enjoying [[brunch]].A smiling old waiter approaches He has a small scab on his left temple. He notices my stare And merrily launches into the story of What had [[happened]]. Yesterday the waiter had stumbled And hit his head on the baseboard. Ethusiastically he reenacted the fall, But over-did it and actually hit his head again. He stood up dazed and [[bleeding]].A beat later he begins the reenactment anew. He's hit his head again and now can't even stand. But he's still smiling, And still [[bleeding|test]].Crawling on the floor Our waiter begins dragging his head across the baseboard Smearing blood on the wall. Our table [[clears]].Many hands rush to stop the confused old man. I stand between the waiter and the wall Intent on stopping further [[carnage]].He is escorted from the room. A moment later His severed head, still smiling, rolls between my legs Bashing the baseboard yet again. I yelp [["Check please!"|Page One]]