I wish I were dead. I will never forget the humiliation and embarrassment. Why? Why have I done it? That waitress told me, “Enjoy your meal,” and I told her, “You, too.” You, too. As if she were also eating a meal. That smile she gave me, that damnable, pitying smile. And now I see her across the room, talking to another waitress. I know what she’s doing. She’s telling her about me. How I said, “You, too,” like an imbecile. Now they’re laughing! As they should.
