A Plain White Plate

I picked up a plain white plate in the street. It was just on the footpath out the front of the place over the road.

I have a mixture of plain white plates and green patterned plates in my kitchen.

It just appeared to kind of match the white plates that I have.

So, why not, I thought. It looked lonely sitting there on its own outside one of my neighbour's houses.

I don't know, is that kind of weird? Not thinking that a plate would be lonely, but picking it up and bringing it home?

I bought it home and put it straight into the dishwasher.

I imagined the other plates in the dishwasher saying, "Welcome."

"Thank you," the new plate would reply.

The other plates would be welcoming.

There wouldn't be any prejudice happening, as the plates don't know we are shirt lifters. Well, not Charlie. I guess he'd be defending his heterosexuality, at this point. Although, nothing has been proven there. For a boy of 22 he is remarkably without sex, which I think proves he is straight. Of course, we're still hoping he will bring a nice boy home some day, but, you know, whatever he wants, it's up to him, of course, if he wants to go the other way, sure, no recriminations.

The other plates would give the new plate the low down on the household while they wait for the dishwasher to get switched on and ultimately be introduced to its new home, in the cupboard, where it would get to meet all the other plates.