Flora rushed to the dining room to make maximum use of the complimentary breakfast. She poured mix into the waffler, put two bagels into the toaster, and started brewing a cup of coffee. The first thing fully prepared was a bowl of shredded wheat, and she consumed it hungrily while waiting for the hot food to finish.
She had just returned her hot items to her table and was dipping her knife in a butter packet when she was approached. "Excuse me, madam," the waiter interrupted her, coming up to her table with an apologetic look. "We recieved a complaint from another table as to how you ate your food."
"You what?" Flora stopped, halfway through buttering her bagel. "Who?"
"The Breakfast Club would like to ask that you use proper manners when eating." The waiter motioned to the table. "They're offended that your fork and knife are not placed to the left of your plate, and your napkin's not in your lap."
Flora blinked and looked around the room. "I'm sorry, where are they? There's nobody else here."
"They're eating in another building. But they're still offended that anybody could dine without the same ettiquette standards that they follow," the waiter explained. "We really must insist. No more spilling drops of milk on the table either."
Flora wiped up the milk, placed her napkin in her lap and straightened her silverware in the correct spots, still confused. "Is, uh, that good? Why are they getting a say in how I eat?"
The waiter bowed his head. "That should suffice for now." He departed, leaving Flora nonplussed and with cold food.
