Terrible Analogies

This afternoon the wife and I had lunch at Denny’s.  Normally I’d avoid this place because of the serious post-meal “guilt factor” of having just slammed down a gut full of grease, but there are times in one’s life when you experience an unrelenting gnawing hankering for something specific, and substituting that distinct thirst would leave you hollow and wanting.

This particular urge was beyond by control, and I demanded that we tumble head first into Denny’s.  Damn the stigma of being caught in this particular establishment.  

And there we sat against the far wall next to the kitchen, admiring the kitsch-covered counters, the tightly woven casino style high-traffic rug, and the sticky table top our forearms were fused to.  We were deep behind enemy lines, consorting among loud teenagers, church goers fresh from worship, and brackish old folks with furrow lines permanently trenched deep in their leathery faces, blankly staring off into the void, lost in their ancient thoughts.  Every one of us slowly being lulled into a false sense of security via the dulcet tones of elevator musak piped through hidden recessed overhead speakers.

And a comforting wave of stillness filled me.

It somehow felt right, seeing myself as a small piece of humanity making up a tiny portion portion of the whole.  You know that curious feeling that flows over you as you sit there gawking at a warm plate of your favorite comfort food (scrambled eggs with grape jelly mixed it), content in the knowledge that at this particular moment in time, everything is serene and right in life?  That all was going to turn out just the way you planned.  That nothing could touch you.  

That was me, sitting in a worn, sticky booth at Denny’s this afternoon, staring at my scrambled eggs, thinking how lucky I was to exist in this particular moment in time.

So…how did you spend your Sunday?