Tray, is a flat mobile surface you carry things on. One of my best friend’s little brother’s name is Tre. He is much more cute than trays and probably more interesting to hear about.
alexa1162
She always had to bring the tray up for him when he was sick.
To put it in one way, she was his nurse. She always brought up the food, medicine, and more. It was always the same. It was like a routine every time.
And there was always tea and rice on the tray.
Risa
there was a red tray over by the side of the room, sitting on that old table her mother bought at an antique shop years ago. it is covered in sugar cubes, left over from the tea party that never was. and the little girl sits perched on the bench
Cameron Weller
“Surfing on the waves of time….”
Hah! Yeah, right. That sounds cool. The sad reality of it is that I have to stand on a tea tray – with a picture of a dog with a rose behind it’s ear – on it.
My bum doesn’t even actually fit on it. I can tell you it’s a strange feeling when your arse is in a slightly different time to the rest of your body. Doesn’t even make you thinner. Just makes you feel lop-sided.
Initially, I tried standing up but I just kept falling off. I never have been any good at surfing. I always wipeout.
A wipeout when traveling through the waves of time is ill-advised. Ill-advised indeed.
Corkie
i placed the tray on the table. it was loaded with tea and crumpets.. Paul looked it over, wanting to grab a crumpet but, social niceties in his way, merely sat perched at the end of his seat until the others had been served. I picked it up, seeing his problem, and carried it over, letting him pick the choicest crumpet. He smiled, and quickly snatched the fat one in the middle of the plate. Tea be damned.
Judsia
Today at lunch , I was buying. So I went to buy it , and I noticed the trays were out. I called out to the lunch lady and said , ” hey miss I need a tray”
So she did , and it was glowing.
Shani
I need a tray to put my computer on while I do my homework in bed. It would be lovely to have a cup holder on the side of it with a pocket for the remote. I want it to have adjustable
me
The tray in my hand weighed me down as I tried to balance everything in my hands. It was such a busy day, with all the work being done, and everything I’m expected to do back at home. The tray seemed to weigh more than I had expected. Of all the things I was trying to balance to get to the customers, this tray was heavier than usual. I decided to take a look at it, and I was completely shocked at what I saw. The tray was plated with silver! After I took all the food to the waiting tables, I returned the tray to the kitchen. As I did so, a slip of paper fell out. Replacing the tray with something, well, less valuable and heavy, I picked the paper up and read it slowly and carefully.
“The time has come”, it said.
The time for what? Thinking of it no more, I took my new tray and went out into the diner. Of course, how was I supposed to know that the note on that silver tray would change the course of my life forever?
Serena
the new measures at the student union building removed the trays from all of the convenient shelves in front of the various stations at my university. They claim it will cut down on wasting water that they use to clean them, but we all know they’re just trying to cut costs down. It’s not even convenient, it’s just lame.
Tyler
oh.. tray?
anon
bjkkknkjhnjjkk
knk
got food to cook…its the holidays. Psyched.
R.F.I.
of fruit
of options
of opportunity
to enjoy
what is on the tray
carolyn
keep your tray tables in the upright and locked position. I heard that at least fourteen times over the last week. It was trapped in my head. Like the order to shut off my phone. I wondered if they wouldn’t start the plane if I just left the table down and had a meal but I was too afraid to try it.
Dziva
the tray of cookies was tempting, filled with all of the old Christmas favourites: bars, squares, sugar cookies, rum balls, and that wonderful chocolate cookie that melted in your mouth…Ah Christmas… enjoy all!
D.M.
To serve your life on..it is all in your presentation..life is not about intent..move forward serve with eloquence.
Kathy Dempsey
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js
I filled my tray with luscious food. The tray was laden with goodies, so much that it was extremely heavy when I carried it to my table. Food spilled over the plate and onto my tray. What was I thinking when I loaded it!
Anonymous
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pat
Tray tables upright and locked, please, upright and locked. He hates this part. The plane rattles, hot smog updrafts from the factories rattle the aluminum tube about in the sky as though someone has dropped it. He is not religious, but he clutches the pendant around his neck and prays.
Tom
she carried it to him
still asleep in bed
breakfast on a tray
V
The waiter approached her with a tray of her favourite cocktail – Gin Fizz but there were two glasses, why two? She turned around and looked behind her only to find………….
Gambino
He approached her with a tray of her favourite cocktail, two glasses of Gin Fizz; but why two, she turned around to find her
Gambino
She placed the tray on his lap and kissed his forehead, wiping some saliva from the edge of his lip. “Here you go, love. Let’s see what they’ve given you today.” Every day was the same. The porridge dull walls, the antiseptic, with a hint of urine, odour, the food that, no matter the attempt at variety, always managed to taste exactly like it did the meal before. Nothing changed in this room. Not her too high, too chipper, too strained voice and not this man whom she had loved, who she did love still. She did love him despite his vacant stare and his incontinence. Despite wanting to smash her head into the wall repeatedly just to make this whole bloody nightmare of their existence end. If she just kept saying it to herself she could remain composed, at least until the taxi deposited her in the driveway of their home. Alone.
Meredith
I love trays. They are pretty and remind me of that scene in Spiderman. Kinda cool right? I don’t know what in the world I’m saying right now. Do you like Spiderman. Carpal tunnel? Really? I didn’t know that. Seriously? You are very strange to be thinking about carpal tunnel when I’m supposed to be thinking about trays right now. Yes that’s right. Trays are the bomb.
Bob the Trayman
something to put things on
Anonymous
food in front of tv
richard
We wash these weird black trays at work, you know. I hate them. Fuck pizza hut. I alwAys get greasy fingertips.
Enst
Raisin poisoning. It was like a nightmare; a nearly fatal overdose. Retching from reflux, I kicked away the trays in disgust, bowls and all, spilling ten thousand raisins across the floor. Curse them all, shriveled little buggers. “No more raisins!” I could barely speak. “Water!”
Anonymous
The tray wobbled back and forth on the waiter’s hand as he concentrated on his balance, walking towards table two. It was a rushed night. Forty-two guest seated. But he felt a sneeze coming on. He paused. Contorted his face and hunched over. A little boy not too far away looked on with curiosity, wondering what was wrong with the man.
Gouldin Lion
tray of things,
getting outside mind in dreamm
where i can reach him,and i never really
remember the path tray
Anonymous
A tray full of food – the thought makes me sick coz ive just had lunch. I lose my apetite now when i smell strong smelling food, or smell food for a long time or even see too much of food. Is there a psychological explanation for that?
buzzy
Why. Why do people feel like it’s necessary to go through all of the wallets on the tray when there are clearly only like four styles. Is it really that difficult to see that there are only multiples of those four wallets? Apparently so, because every hour that tray is demolished and honestly, do you really need a sequined wallet or a zebra striped one?
AmandA
Standing in the wake of his old door frame, the man sipped his coffee. A tray of fries had been set out before him. This was going to be a long day.
Yes
Kunt
dick
something u put glasses on n plates n stuff like tht
rajvir
I have a tray in my plane, I take it with me everyday. We fly to new places and see new things me and my tray. Tray was once the name of a friend that I had he was my best friend until he died of AIDS. I loved him as a friend now I named my trey after him.
Baby
hold me in place, please,
i need something solid
something unshaken
& something valid
so i can stop
questioning
everything
around.
doc
Sitting on the broken tray was a pencil. It had been split with indecision and lack of concentration. She couldn’t decide between the black dress, and the red one.
Rachel Lee
A waiter carried the tea tray with utmost care, swerving this way and that to avoid the clutter of tables, busy with folk feeding themslelves upon the tender dainties with all the poise of a flock of gulls.
Tray, is a flat mobile surface you carry things on. One of my best friend’s little brother’s name is Tre. He is much more cute than trays and probably more interesting to hear about.
She always had to bring the tray up for him when he was sick.
To put it in one way, she was his nurse. She always brought up the food, medicine, and more. It was always the same. It was like a routine every time.
And there was always tea and rice on the tray.
there was a red tray over by the side of the room, sitting on that old table her mother bought at an antique shop years ago. it is covered in sugar cubes, left over from the tea party that never was. and the little girl sits perched on the bench
“Surfing on the waves of time….”
Hah! Yeah, right. That sounds cool. The sad reality of it is that I have to stand on a tea tray – with a picture of a dog with a rose behind it’s ear – on it.
My bum doesn’t even actually fit on it. I can tell you it’s a strange feeling when your arse is in a slightly different time to the rest of your body. Doesn’t even make you thinner. Just makes you feel lop-sided.
Initially, I tried standing up but I just kept falling off. I never have been any good at surfing. I always wipeout.
A wipeout when traveling through the waves of time is ill-advised. Ill-advised indeed.
i placed the tray on the table. it was loaded with tea and crumpets.. Paul looked it over, wanting to grab a crumpet but, social niceties in his way, merely sat perched at the end of his seat until the others had been served. I picked it up, seeing his problem, and carried it over, letting him pick the choicest crumpet. He smiled, and quickly snatched the fat one in the middle of the plate. Tea be damned.
Today at lunch , I was buying. So I went to buy it , and I noticed the trays were out. I called out to the lunch lady and said , ” hey miss I need a tray”
So she did , and it was glowing.
I need a tray to put my computer on while I do my homework in bed. It would be lovely to have a cup holder on the side of it with a pocket for the remote. I want it to have adjustable
The tray in my hand weighed me down as I tried to balance everything in my hands. It was such a busy day, with all the work being done, and everything I’m expected to do back at home. The tray seemed to weigh more than I had expected. Of all the things I was trying to balance to get to the customers, this tray was heavier than usual. I decided to take a look at it, and I was completely shocked at what I saw. The tray was plated with silver! After I took all the food to the waiting tables, I returned the tray to the kitchen. As I did so, a slip of paper fell out. Replacing the tray with something, well, less valuable and heavy, I picked the paper up and read it slowly and carefully.
“The time has come”, it said.
The time for what? Thinking of it no more, I took my new tray and went out into the diner. Of course, how was I supposed to know that the note on that silver tray would change the course of my life forever?
the new measures at the student union building removed the trays from all of the convenient shelves in front of the various stations at my university. They claim it will cut down on wasting water that they use to clean them, but we all know they’re just trying to cut costs down. It’s not even convenient, it’s just lame.
oh.. tray?
bjkkknkjhnjjkk
got food to cook…its the holidays. Psyched.
of fruit
of options
of opportunity
to enjoy
what is on the tray
keep your tray tables in the upright and locked position. I heard that at least fourteen times over the last week. It was trapped in my head. Like the order to shut off my phone. I wondered if they wouldn’t start the plane if I just left the table down and had a meal but I was too afraid to try it.
the tray of cookies was tempting, filled with all of the old Christmas favourites: bars, squares, sugar cookies, rum balls, and that wonderful chocolate cookie that melted in your mouth…Ah Christmas… enjoy all!
To serve your life on..it is all in your presentation..life is not about intent..move forward serve with eloquence.
Wo hab ich meine Idee hingelegt. Der Text. Die paar Worte f
I filled my tray with luscious food. The tray was laden with goodies, so much that it was extremely heavy when I carried it to my table. Food spilled over the plate and onto my tray. What was I thinking when I loaded it!
food lunch dinner waiter restaurants pizza breakfast in bed chocolates
Tray tables upright and locked, please, upright and locked. He hates this part. The plane rattles, hot smog updrafts from the factories rattle the aluminum tube about in the sky as though someone has dropped it. He is not religious, but he clutches the pendant around his neck and prays.
she carried it to him
still asleep in bed
breakfast on a tray
The waiter approached her with a tray of her favourite cocktail – Gin Fizz but there were two glasses, why two? She turned around and looked behind her only to find………….
He approached her with a tray of her favourite cocktail, two glasses of Gin Fizz; but why two, she turned around to find her
She placed the tray on his lap and kissed his forehead, wiping some saliva from the edge of his lip. “Here you go, love. Let’s see what they’ve given you today.” Every day was the same. The porridge dull walls, the antiseptic, with a hint of urine, odour, the food that, no matter the attempt at variety, always managed to taste exactly like it did the meal before. Nothing changed in this room. Not her too high, too chipper, too strained voice and not this man whom she had loved, who she did love still. She did love him despite his vacant stare and his incontinence. Despite wanting to smash her head into the wall repeatedly just to make this whole bloody nightmare of their existence end. If she just kept saying it to herself she could remain composed, at least until the taxi deposited her in the driveway of their home. Alone.
I love trays. They are pretty and remind me of that scene in Spiderman. Kinda cool right? I don’t know what in the world I’m saying right now. Do you like Spiderman. Carpal tunnel? Really? I didn’t know that. Seriously? You are very strange to be thinking about carpal tunnel when I’m supposed to be thinking about trays right now. Yes that’s right. Trays are the bomb.
something to put things on
food in front of tv
We wash these weird black trays at work, you know. I hate them. Fuck pizza hut. I alwAys get greasy fingertips.
Raisin poisoning. It was like a nightmare; a nearly fatal overdose. Retching from reflux, I kicked away the trays in disgust, bowls and all, spilling ten thousand raisins across the floor. Curse them all, shriveled little buggers. “No more raisins!” I could barely speak. “Water!”
The tray wobbled back and forth on the waiter’s hand as he concentrated on his balance, walking towards table two. It was a rushed night. Forty-two guest seated. But he felt a sneeze coming on. He paused. Contorted his face and hunched over. A little boy not too far away looked on with curiosity, wondering what was wrong with the man.
tray of things,
getting outside mind in dreamm
where i can reach him,and i never really
remember the path tray
A tray full of food – the thought makes me sick coz ive just had lunch. I lose my apetite now when i smell strong smelling food, or smell food for a long time or even see too much of food. Is there a psychological explanation for that?
Why. Why do people feel like it’s necessary to go through all of the wallets on the tray when there are clearly only like four styles. Is it really that difficult to see that there are only multiples of those four wallets? Apparently so, because every hour that tray is demolished and honestly, do you really need a sequined wallet or a zebra striped one?
Standing in the wake of his old door frame, the man sipped his coffee. A tray of fries had been set out before him. This was going to be a long day.
Kunt
something u put glasses on n plates n stuff like tht
I have a tray in my plane, I take it with me everyday. We fly to new places and see new things me and my tray. Tray was once the name of a friend that I had he was my best friend until he died of AIDS. I loved him as a friend now I named my trey after him.
hold me in place, please,
i need something solid
something unshaken
& something valid
so i can stop
questioning
everything
around.
Sitting on the broken tray was a pencil. It had been split with indecision and lack of concentration. She couldn’t decide between the black dress, and the red one.
A waiter carried the tea tray with utmost care, swerving this way and that to avoid the clutter of tables, busy with folk feeding themslelves upon the tender dainties with all the poise of a flock of gulls.