WonderWife™ and I sat in the cozy, romantic restaurant enjoying a rare date night as only two foodies could. The wine had been poured and we both had a nice buzz. After the waiter took our order, he paused and casually slid the candle holder and salt and pepper shakers that adorned the table to the upper right corner. Thinking this odd, WW™ said that perhaps he did it to cover up a small stain on the otherwise pristine white tablecloth. But upon closer inspection, we realized that all of the candles and shakers on the tables of our fellow diners were in the exact same corner.
WW™ smiled a mischievous smile. “Is this something that the waiters are required to do?” she wondered aloud.
She decided there needed to be more research on this subject. She moved the objects out of alignment, placing them towards the center of our table. Soon, the waiter returned to fill my wine glass and he once again moved them back to the corner.
WonderWife’s™ theory had been tested, but far from proven. Her smile grew wider as again she moved the candle and shakers out of place. We waited. Sure enough, after my appetizer was delivered, the waiter subtlety put everything back in its proper place.
WW™ wondered how long she could keep this going. So for the rest of the evening, she moved the candles and shakers around the table. And every time our waiter or busboy would move them back to the precise spot. After a while, it became hard for me to stifle my laughter. The entire night ended with the bottle of wine emptied and without either side mentioning anything about the roaming table settings.
This is why I'm crazy about my wife.