Pass the Ketchup Please

I was about seven years old and in a restaurant with my parents and sisters when I noticed something about the condiment dispensers. Back in the 60s a lot of restaurants had the red and yellow ketchup and mustard dispensers. A waitress in an apron was printed on the side, but this is what made my mind squirm. She was holding a tray up in the air with one hand, and on that tray sat a mustard or ketchup dispenser with a picture of the same waitress who was holding a tray that had a picture of the same waitress… “Hey everybody, this picture goes on and on forever!” I shouted, and of course I was interrupting. “Don’t you see? This waitress picture never stops!” A brief moment of possibly concerned silence followed and then my parents continued their conversation. I couldn’t believe that this was of no interest to them whatsoever. They just slightly raised their eyebrows as if to say, “Let’s not encourage her sharing these kinds of things.” It worked. I grew up to be somewhat crazy quite independently thank you very much! Once in a while I still think about those waitresses holding that tray into infinity. I haven’t been able to find those types of condiment containers anymore…probably because they held a key to the secrets of the universe, I broke the code, and they had to be “dispensed” of immediately.