A few days back, I walked into a somewhat-posh restaurant. There was a person who was supposed to help the guests getting seated. I went to her and and uttered the same words I do at every restaurant.
“Table for One”.
As usual, she paused for a second, and repeated what I said, slightly bewildered. “Table for one, you said?”
“Yes!”, I replied with a smile.
Minutes later, she directed me to a table. I had my meal, paid the bill, tipped the waitress generously, and then walked out. When I…