Amongst four couples waiting for a table in an Olive Garden foyer, I was the single person not dialed into a cell phone. As such, I was disconnected adequately enough to connect with a woman on crutches. I helped her through the two sets of doors. Returning, I think my wife was the only person who had even realized what happened.
Pat on the back? Nah. Slap on the hands for seven? Much more the point.
Time for people to disconnect to reconnect.
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