Cafe encouter

So it could be easily heard, rain whipping windows few feet away, wind
howling now and then when someone opened and closed the door. I had no
idea how I got here and even less thoughts concerning the person who
was sitting on other side of table. There was I, in a classy cafeteria
decorated in 60´s style, coffee and donut in front of me, like two
sandwiches which just had fallen on the ground from your dear hold in morning. You dont know how it did happen, but it is certain it did happen. Silent fall, slight turning motion judged by law of physics in a court of ”Too bad”. And those two identical brothers, now sentenced in floor level, were the only ones left. How much people is here exactly..? Let see, about handful. Everyone in their own table haven surrounded by politically made opinions swarming
around like local ships. ”What are you thinking?” addresses the person from other side. Well what could you think in situation like this? ” I´ve had better days, as far as I can recall. I think the dinner I ate last day is still upsetting my stomach. And you?”
At this moment I thought it would be much easier to be a mug.
Completly empty from inside but still wholly adaptable to any situation poured
in. Your looks are defined right from the start, by some unknown artist or by
none at all – mechanical industry hammering down different parts to fit
in the currenet standard suits-all-just-moderately-calculation written down
by some geeky office rat in corner. No one havent seen him at work, he is the local nobody whom didnt introduce himself when he started at office and who is not introduced to anyone. Accurance how images are stamped on you lack all the human potential for affection, hollow prints made by dead machine, and this is done just right after birth. But what possessions did I have, I who is sitting here in cafeteria, in fog of interrogation point staring my donut plate. I for who I is just joke from the good ol´ times. And the punch line have just been forgotten.
Donut didnt give answer nor there werent any denial to them. In its solidy it waited inevitable fate decided to all donuts who happen to roam in dusty surface of planet earth. I wish I had a sandwhich and not some idiotically unexpressable donut waiting there, and staring with its invisible eye.
”... and then you came and took from my arm and dragged me with you
to this cafeteria. For no apparent reason. Anyhow I am thankful it did
stop the situtation with that loony maniac.”