Over time, casualness dictated that life be simplified and your place setting might look like this:
But life got busier for all of us and soon your place setting looked like this:
Mother Goose told all and let us know that the fork ran away with the dish. The dish is missing, but when we open our napkins, we find this:
So, it must have been the salad fork that took off with the dish. And what else is missing? Jealousy has reared its ugly head and the spoon has also taken off.
They have begun a life of their own and now there are three--the fork, the spoon and their wee one, the spork:
And that, my friends, is why you never get a spoon with your cutlery "package" in restaurants anymore. The end.
