Janet dropped her fork and gasped. I could feel the disapproving eyes of the couple at the next table.
“Are you OK?” I asked.
“The ceiling blinked at me!”
A sidewards glance at the smirks. “Blinked?”
“Yeah, right there it opened up and for a moment I could see a tunnel of colorful tile that stretched forever.”
A waiter appeared. “Is everything alright?”
As I was trying to formulate a response, the ceiling opened and sucked the laughing couple at the next table out of the room.
“Yes,” I told the waiter, “but can I see the wine list again?”
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