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Forking Off

I wonder if there is mention of missing forks somewhere in the annals of superstition-right there alongside broken mirrors, black cats, and the sound of chains being drug around the attic.

Because that is what the Long Beach Airport�s caf� lacks-forks.

One would think that the fork�s esteemed position amongst culinary utensils would guarantee its presence in airport caf�s throughout the nation (if not the world).

Well, not so here. The Long Beach Airport Caf� cares not for the fork�s reputation as Utensil Supreme. Here in the Long Beach Airport Caf�, there are no forks.

And, although my thirst for a fork was immediately quenched by the tall, skinny waitress, I still had to wonder.

What does this mean, this No-Fork-Business?

The skies are blue, the weather clear, the commute stress-free and reasonably pleasant-everything is going well.

Except for this minor detail.

There are No Forks.

Plenty of spoons.

An abundance of knives.

But, No Forks.

Hmmmm.

Considering my illogical fear of heights, and of flying, this over dramatic, over analysis of the No-Fork-Issue can be explained easily enough.

But, it�s only 2:04.

I�m only two hours into this trip.

What other suspicious details await my over dramatic, over analyzing brain?.

7:52 p.m. - 2004-01-31

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