We were at Rat’s Restaurant at the Grounds for Sculpture in Hamilton, New Jersey for my father’s birthday – do you know him? He is a good man. (There are really none quite like him. Don’t believe me? Ask the dishes!)
That being said, sometimes even the most virtuous company is still not quite conducive to conversation.
I decided to take an excursion to the bathroom, and there happened to be a small mirror in my bathroom stall. Here’s what I made before the next person needed the stall.
