The Forgotten Wallet
Having racked up a substantial bill at a restaurant, and with no immediate way of paying, the manager suggests a different kind of credit agreement.
L and I had gone out for dinner, it was our first time together without the kids in tow for a while, and we’d relished reconnecting after what felt a while out of sync. Life, work, young family, aging parents, bills, just…adulting. It had been a brilliant evening, starting off a bit stilted as we began to recall who we were as a couple; as the courses progressed and we made our way through a bottle of wine, we remembered...