This anecdote is being published without the knowledge of the person to whom I interacted with. As such, her name, and any attributing information will be withheld.
So I’m sitting down in a New England hotel bar, excited that I finally found some time to take advantage of the restaurant’s Happy Hour. I order an appetizer and a cold stout confident that my bank account will be both happy with the fact that the drink hadn’t cost more than a whole case’s worth at Costco, and that I am collecting precious points, damn it. The appetizer, as a side, happens to be grilled artichoke hearts, which, it turns out, are ridiculously hard to eat but nonetheless delicious. More on this later.