An equestrian pal of mine was delighted when her trainer returned from Aiken this past week. She arranged to meet her for lunch at Hood's on Friday for a serious, one-on-one chat about her horse's proposed training program for the spring.
Well! She should have known that wasn't going to happen. First a foxhunting friend of hers showed up. Then I showed up. It became eminently clear to her that this was NOT a particularly good spot for a quiet working lunch.
I even offered to sit at a separate table -- I'd brought a couple of days of the Wall Street Journal, hoping to catch up on my reading -- but my friend, resigned to her fate, invited me to pull up a chair. Of course, the four of us ended up having an entertaining conversation.
As I left, she and her trainer were standing outside scheduling a time when they could talk the next day. On the phone. Without interruptions.
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