One tiny disruption.
As we posed for this photo in the lobby of the restaurant on our way out, another patron came in and informed the hostess, also our photographer, that the cigarette butt box on the sidewalk ‘is on fire.’ I loved the rest of the conversation.
Hostess: You mean…fire, fire?
Man: Miss, I wouldn’t be telling you if it wasn’t a concern. I mean, FIRE, FIRE.