I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Adam and I went to Boston last night to see a play.

Tremendous show, we were both impressed.

Before the show we had dinner at a tapas restaurant.

We sat at a two-top that was spaced NYC style. Meaning that the tables next to ours was less than six inches away. When you live in New York, you get used to it, and after a while, you mostly stop noticing the conversations next to you, and just focus on your own date.

Which was mostly the case last night.

Except.

The table next to us was intriguing.

Adam thought they were on a date.

I’m pretty sure she was a friend seeking immigration advice as she was in the country on a student visa.

He was an attorney.

I know a little about immigration law, as a manager of a restaurant in Maine who has often brought J-1’s and H2B visa employees to work for me. They are some of the best.

His commentary sounded legit, although I was ready to whip out the contact information for my favorite immigration lawyer who lives in Boston.

The meal was quite delicious, although our server forgot to bring two of the small plates we ordered. I was mostly disappointed that we didn’t get to try the octopus.

But when all was said and done, we were full and really didn’t need them.

However, about 30 minutes into our meal, the man next to us knocked his cocktail off the table. He didn’t knock it over. He knocked it off. It hit bottom first and exploded with a boom. Glass and liquid went everywhere.

He didn’t apologize.

He didn’t help to clean it up.

He didn’t check with the table on the other side of him, which was the side of the table the glass was on.

He instead went into lawyer mode.

“Doesn’t the table look slanted.”

“Is the table level?”

“I think the server put the glass too close to the edge of the table.”

And a few more comments that made me laugh.

Meanwhile, I’m thinking, if you are worried about liability, then I’m pretty sure some concern for your neighbors would go a long way.

Perhaps, say, are you folks okay?

Do you need anything?

Let us move while you clean up the mess.

But alas, he made his comments, then sat there and went back to eating.

When a new drink arrived, he made a point of taking it from the server and setting it in the middle of the table.

I’m still convinced it wasn’t a date.

And if it was, I’m hoping it was her last with him.