Tablemates
Monday, March 8th, 2010Sunday brunch found my boyfriend I being seated in one of those rows of tables that are approximately an inch apart from one another. Before we even sat down, he was giving me “the eyes,” as in “I-hate-everything-right-now-what-the-hell-there-are-four-empty-tables-over-there.” I myself was inwardly groaning at the piercing octaves emanating from the table beside us. Normally, one [...]
