8

I stepped into the next room with great hesitation. This customer called down for Ibuprofen and a glass of water.

The room itself was not extraordinary, which was perhaps it’s most defining characteristic. In fact, upon closer inspection, the entire room was empty, not even a person. A white spotlight shined down in the center of the room. It revealed nothing, not even a shadow.

Suddenly, a voice spoke out. “Hi, could you put that on the table over there?”

I looked around, but there was still nothing in the room. I don’t know whether I was surprised or not. “I’m sorry sir, I can’t see a table.”

“There it is, over there.” A second spotlight in the corner of the room turned on, revealing nothing.

“I um… don’t see.”

“Just put it over there.”

I walked toward the other end of the room and gently moved my arm into the beam of light. My fingers disappeared in the light. I pulled out my hand quickly, to find that my fingers were fortunately still attached. I carefully stuck my hand into the beam of light again, to see them become invisible. There was nothing wrong I could feel, I just couldn’t see my hand. My hand moved through the beam only to slam my hand into the table, which wasn’t there. The tray with the ibuprofen was placed gently upon the invisible table, where it too became invisible.

“Will that be all, sir?”

“Yes, thank you very much. I hope you don’t mind, your tip is on that table.” Another spotlight turned on in the opposite corner. The light revealed nothing.

“I’m alright, thank you.”

One can only imagine how big this man’s headache was.