The tray refused to spin. In my attempts to master this quirky restaurant skill, I’d chipped or broken nearly a dozen plastic serving trays over a month and was no closer to success than the day I started. Didn’t matter how fast I twirled the tray onto my finger, or how fastidious I was in keeping my finger perfectly in the center—the tray always teetered off or stalled out.
As someone who prides himself in his athletic abilities and hand-eye coordination, this was a particularly devastating third world problem.
After a month of no progress I quit. (Incredibly, I found something better to do.) But last evening I was just finishing dinner and washing off my dishes when I absentmindedly began to spin a tray.