Tuesday, August 12, 2008
The Big Machine On The Table
Last night there was a big machine
on a wooden table. The room
was full of people. A grim-faced
young woman stood by the table,
touching the front of the machine.
For some reason, I was standing
behind the table by the back
of the machine. The young woman
pressed something on the machine’s front.
Water gushed out through a small tube
protruding from the machine’s back.
I said, “Hey, the machine’s leaking.
Water’s pouring out all over.”
I tried tipping up the machine
from the back. The stream of water
continued to pump through the tube.
I hurried around the table,
studied the front of the machine.
“What button did you press?” I asked
the grim-faced young woman. She shrugged.
Somebody across the room said,
“The orange button on the left.”
There were half a dozen orange
rocker switches on the machine.
I started to asked which switch, but
I noticed that one rocker switch
was pressed up, all the rest were down.
I pressed down the one that was up.
Water stopped gushing from the back
of the machine on the table.
I lifted up the whole machine,
put it on another table.
On the table where the machine
had been there was a big puddle
of standing water on the wood.
I said, “The water might ruin
the table.” No one seemed to care.