At the Olive Garden tonight, Rex and I were dining and conversing when a woman at the next table flagged down a waiter and pointed toward another nearby table, where a birthday celebration had been in progress.
We naturally followed the pointing finger, and were surprised and somewhat horrified to see one of the celebrants, a woman, lying on the floor. More precisely, we saw her pants-clad legs and boot heels, because people were kneeling beside her northern areas, presumably administering comfort and perhaps resuscitation techniques in addition to obstructing our view.
God knows how she got there; Rex and I had been completely oblivious! You'd think if she'd fainted and fallen out of her chair we might have heard something! Maybe she just slumped down unobtrusively, and then someone moved her just as unobtrusively to the floor.
A manager arrived. The curious crowded into the room, craning their necks for a better view.
My kid and her two friends had been holding a birthday dinner of their own in another room of the restaurant. They met up with Rex and me as we headed for the exit.
"I wish we'd been in that room," my sensitive child exclaimed. "Nothing exciting happened in our room."
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