One night, when David had just moved to California, we went out for hamburgers, and he became seriously and strangely flustered by the act of ordering.
I didn’t know what to make of it.
The cashier seemed annoyed.
Then her look softened to confusion, and then, I think, real concern as he waved his hands in front of his face and finally said, “Forgive me, I’m new.”
I thought it was a funny and endearing thing to say.
To fast food? To commerce generally?
And yet, it really does help explain things.
Here we are, and we are new.