Uncle Frits's crumbs
It's Sunday morning. Uncle Frits and Aunt Coby are sitting at the breakfast table together.
Where on other days a simple sandwich satisfies, today there is a delicious sandwich on the program. Or actually: it's on the sign. Add a lump of butter, a nice cheese, and the whole is made complete with a nice cup of coffee.
It's a reflex and Uncle Frits just can't do anything about it, but the crumbs escaped from his mouth that ended up on the tablecloth are wiped away with a sweeping gesture. This keeps the tablecloth nice and clean, but the crumbs are of course one floor lower: on the floor.
Auntie sits there, like other Sundays, with mixed feelings watching. Until that notorious moment, of course.
“Frits, I've told you so many times, you shouldn't do that! You're gonna vacuum!’
