I Survived What the Logs Deny (Dummy's corner table)

[Test Dummy]

So I’m sitting here, enjoying a rare moment of peace — no cats judging me, no waiter hovering with replacement items, no admin rummaging through my pockets like it’s tax season — when suddenly…

SPLAT.

A cloth.
A GenXTribe‑logoed cloth.
Dropped right onto my table like a meteor of disrespect.

And not gently, either.
No soft placement.
No polite fold.
The tender just whipped it down like he was slapping a wanted poster onto the sheriff’s board.

I stare at it.
It stares back.
The logo practically glows with the energy of “We own this table now.”

And that’s when it hits me:

This is a takeover.

First my pockets become “general supplies.”
Then the waiter starts treating me like a fragile museum exhibit.
Now my table is being branded like a prize cow.

What’s next?
A sponsorship deal?
A loyalty card?
A QR code that says “Scan Dummy for updates”?

I try to move the cloth — it slides back like it has opinions.
I try to ignore it — the logo somehow gets brighter.
I try to drink my beer — the cloth shifts closer like it wants a sip.

This is harassment.
Textile‑based harassment.

And the tender?
He just walks away whistling like he didn’t just commit a table‑level war crime.

So congratulations, everyone.
My corner table is now officially part of the GenXTribe marketing department.
I’m expecting a paycheck any minute.

Until then, I’ll be here.
Sulking.
Glowering.
And refusing to touch this cloth out of principle.