Nasty table

I went shopping at Marion this morning. I had such a successful morning. I got a pressie for my Andy, a pair of jeans for me, a top for me and a Mickey Mouse t-shirt......also for me!!! Oh, and I bought some wrap, a card for Andy and I found an awesome card for my brother....his birthday is in October, but I had to get it, in case I never see it again.

Anyway, so after my successful shop (I am not a shopper, freakish for a woman, I know), I decided to treat myself to a low points Weight Watchers endorsed Muffin Break chocolate and raspberry muffin and a latte. I took my tray and sat down at a table alongside my mountains of shopping bags, I was feeling good......Until I felt someone laughing at me. It was the table. OK, so I was sitting on my own, nobody to talk to, but the stinking table didn't have to rub it in! This is what it said to me....

Get stuffed table!!! At least people who sit with me don't get up and leave when they have finished utilising my services!!! People who sit with me remember my name! Do I remember yours? Do I CARE? Would I recognise you walking down the street? NO because you can't walk, because your just a dumb table! In a Westfield food court none the less! HAH!!! So while you are sitting there silently tonight in your cold food court, no food upon yourself, nobody to talk to, I'll be in my comfy home, with my table who doesn't mock my solitude! Not that I will be in solitude, because I have people who LOVE me! Not like you, crappy table!!!!

I hate that table.