My mission was to take a credit card to John’s Restaurant, presumably to leave my number to secure a reservation. The route there was treacherous. I clung to a slippery wet rock-face, determined not to fall and injure myself. I was so pleased when I made it to the top.

Afterwards JG and TPR were making rude comments that OC-I appeared not to understand. I felt that it was my duty to explain them. I pulled OC-I under the table where he confessed that he knew exactly what was going on. He didn’t consider that the others’ remarks about bodily fluids and chafing amusing.