Why do I bother? on Flickr.

"Why do I bother" Henry mumbles under his breath as he drags himself away from his tables.

His feet can be heard as they’re dragged across the floor the wooden floor. His head and shoulders hung low like his spirits.

He now stands behind the counter, his tables are set but he is not ready. His mood is not positive, how can he serve?
Delivering food with a pleasant demeanor is what his diners deserve!

Another day past and Henry’s alone, please someone stop and throw this dog a bone!

PART 3 IN A SERIES | PART 1 | PART 2 |

White linen table cloths and silver cutlery are only worth using when you have customers… on Flickr.

Painfully anal about the details, Henry always takes his time setting the tables.

Polishing the cutlery until his face reflects, and the glasses are spotless, clear as the sky. The table cloths have been dry cleaned, double pressed and perfectly laid. The perfect table is all that matters.

In his own mind Henry sets tables for the queen, the president or … a fantasy ball. No matter how hard he tries, this is all pure make believe because he’s got no customers at all.

Never the less, the tables are set. Perfect to the eye, they will be ready when called.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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