There's nothing like going out to a nice dinner after an intense day at work. When you arrive at the restaurant, everyone is so nice to you. They walk you to your table, ask what they can get for you, refill your wine glass before you've had a chance to empty it, and bring you more bread without judgment when the first 4 pieces just weren't enough.
And just at the point after being ready but right before being annoyed, your food arrives. It looks and smells delicious. You start with your pork ragu pasta and enjoy a delicious bite of duck in between sips of wine. And then, you gaze out the window to take in the good life only to see a man crouching between two cars with his hands up to his face hiding something.
You question your judgment, quickly ask your friend to turnaround and verify. Yes, it is true. He is smoking from a crack pipe right in front of the restaurant's floor-to-ceiling windows.
Then, of course, after the shock wears off and you've made peace with it, you leave the restaurant to hail a cab home only to run into the very same crackhead with his hooker girlfriend who compliments your Marc Jacobs handbag. I know what she really meant to say was "I could buy a lot of crack if I pawned your handbag."
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