This was first posted in response to a challenge set by First50 and subsequently a title set by myself:
“Steak for lunch, but there are no knives”
Was it lunch or was it dinner? If it was the latter, then what time was tea time? One things for sure, it was neither breakfast or supper. Nobody ate steak so early or so late. To my reckoning, being of sound mind and sensibility, mid-day was lunch, and that seemed a perfectly acceptable time for eating steak.
Well you’d have thought so, except the person I was going to share this lunch time meal with, obviously wasn’t of equally sound mind. Looking at the barren table to which we would sit, there were somethings missing.
“Steak for lunch, but there are no knives,” I thought. “How delightfully barbaric.”