Table of Delights

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There was definitely a table.

You sure?

Yep, but it felt like a swimming pool – maybe we were waiting to go into a swimming pool.

Waiting by a table?

BEHIND a table; that became important.

When you say we…….?

Me.

Obviously.

And three others.

All women?

All.

And?

Two of them go.

Leaving one?

She said she was a postwoman.

What did you say?

I told her I liked the post; that I wanted to be a postman.

Ha! Bit obvious.

It’s true.