I wait at Jack’s for my client, glad he’s late because I can have one or two more doubles before we get to business. The shakes were bad this morning, so it took more than usual for me to feel like myself.
I see him come in, shake his hand. I suggest a drink before the menus. He orders a light beer, so I do too.
Then I excuse myself and stop at the bar on the way to the restroom.
Suddenly I’m staring at this filthy coffee table, no recollection of where I am or how I got here.