Serving 1 Inch

Recently I sat at a near-empty restaurant counter for dinner, directly in front of the cook.

While she was cooking, I was reading, patiently.

When the cook placed the food on the counter it was well within my arm’s reach. I kept on reading for the moment.

Seeing that the food was nearly ready, and noticing that I was not pouncing on it, the waitress seized a beautiful opportunity.

She walked from the middle of the restaurant floor, where she was waiting on a few other tables of people, around and behind the counter, then gently pushed my two plates forward a few inches, centering them in front of me.

Psychically, that was all the work she did to serve me – move those plates 1 inch.

Delightfully, it was 1 mile.