I enjoyed a lovely Italian meal tonight. The fake grapes hanging along the ceiling added a nice touch and the fact that my last name is plastered on a sign up front is rather cool, too.
The Best Friend and I were dining in style when a rather loud noise interrupted our meal. Contemplating how rude people are to leave their phones on in restaurants, I continued to eat.
That’s when it occurred to me that the shrill, high-pitched noise was coming from my purse. I saw the look cross my best friend’s face. That is so not your cell phone ring. I carefully opened my purse and began lining the table with my Bible, wallet, keys, lipstick, chapstick, lip gloss (a proper woman needs all three), etc. The beeping was beginning to unnerve me and I tried to hunch down in the booth so people wouldn’t stare.
It suddenly occurred to me that after practice today, I had thrown my digital metronome in my purse.