I took this at The Friendly Toast in Portsmouth, NH on an all-too-brief overnight trip there last month (Steve and I were desperate for an affordable getaway of any kind). This popular eatery is steeped from ceiling to linoleum'd floor in mid-20th century kitsch. Given permission, I could spend all day there documenting the walls with my camera. (and I wouldn't be the first).
This curious little bric-a-brac was at our booth. I wouldn't be surprised if all the other booths in our section were lacking in the sugar dept. Unbeknownst to Steve, his hand wandered into the frame as he was sneaking some sweet-n-low. I'd love to do a photo essay consisting of nothing but various hands intruding the frames, but this one's special precisely because it was accidental.