While lunching alone with a book,
Writing notes, a sigh makes him look
To a near table where
In puzzled despair
One Scrabble opponent is stuck
A dropped waterglass shatters. The sound
Brings two waiting staff fussing around
They accept when offered
The serviettes proffered
By a client whose lunch has been drowned.
Two hours later, with friends the debate
Turns to an old local monument's fate.
A cyclist flees
From chaotic RVs.
New events, unpredicted, await.