Life offscreen
Bad things aren’t meant to happen on a Saturday night out for dinner. That’s because the script for ‘going out for dinner’ is to eat, drink, talk, laugh, pay the bill, and go home. When bad things happen, we’re surprised at the intrusion. “It was just an ordinary night,” we say, as if there should have been some forewarning.
The restaurant was full to the gills with not a single seat to spare. I was
