And swirling my tea leaves round and round,
For nearly forty-four seconds,
Without looking up,
If I own a dishwasher,
I said no I didn't.
She shook her head,
With a theatrical thoughtfulness,
Like she was a female beardless Brian Blessed,
Have you ever owned a dishwasher?
She stared into space,
For what seemed a bite-sized eternity.
A barely discernible thin film of sweat.
Do you know anyone who owns a dishwasher?
I'm sure I do,
I'm sure i do.
Because, you know,
If you had said no,
I would have had no choice,
But to return your consultation fee.
That impressed me.