Poached Eggs

That's Mel; she comes in every Friday lunchtime and gets the poached egg and toast. She orders, sits at the table closest to the window, waits with her hands on her lap reading the menu, thanks Sue when the eggs come, tells Sue what the weather is, then gets 1 single napkin from the cutlery island.

Weird.

And she is going to use that napkin.

What for?

She's going to spill some eggs. There, see, almost immediately.

What? Every time?

Every time. She spills a bit, wipes it up, learns her lesson, then hunches over and carefully eats the rest of her eggs and toast.

Why doesn't she get more napkins?

Because she's learnt her lesson.

But she does it every time.

That's why she gets the napkin.