Saturday, 14 March 2015

Decisions, decisions. Into the restaurant walk a group.

Decisions, decisions. Into the restaurant walk a group. And now a quandry falls upon them collectively, for there is a choice of places to sit, to rest and ingest. One makes a tentaive move to a table, even daring to sit. The others look, heads swing from side to side and they refuse such a acrazy unsuitable place. The sitter stands and will now only follow the herd.
The next would be desion maker points to a large table in the middle of the room. A collective frown comes to the faces of the group, idea dismissed out of hand.
Then finally, feeling the eyes of the diners assesing their actions, aa third person strides meaningfully into a corner and the others concede that is is wonderful and slump gratefully into place. But how long will it take them to naviagate, let alone choose, from the long menu?

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