The Table waits in a corridor. Rocking nervously, quickly. He places most of his weight on his first leg, his second, his third, his fourth and back to his first leg. Around and around, in an infinite, circular sway. He is waiting for a job interview. His first opportunity in five years. His first opportunity to pull himself out of the basement! He visualises the pain of missing the interview because he goes to the bathroom. So he doesn’t go. Then he convinces himself that if he does not go, he will soil himself in the middle of the interview.…