The broken plate...
Long back before this corona mess happened. We used to go to restaurants, cafes; street food was a every day thing. One Sunday, we were at a restaurant as usual. Me and my friend. As it was a Sunday evening, we had to wait a little bit for the table, 10-15 minutes. Rush hours, you know. We got the table. Order time. We ordered. After 5-10 minutes, waiter came with both hands occupied - two black plates in one hand, spoons and forks in it; the bowl in another plate in the other hand. These days restaurants are using different different variety of plates, earlier it used to be the steel plates. Serving time. So the waiter put the plates on the table. One for my friend and one for me. He was about to serve the dish but I pointed out that the dish in front of me is little broken in the corner,very little. "Can you please change it", I requested. My friend also emphasized the same. So the waiter replaced my plate with the one on which he brough...