I went to a restaurant on Staten Island today.
Hostess asked me to write name and phone number.
I said that’s not happening.
She said “ok” and sat us down.
Paid in cash.
It was mom’s 88th birthday so I wore the mask in and took it off at the table.
It killed me but 88 is up there and I took her to her favorite place.
Silly to ruin her birthday over it. I think.
Bravo, FRiend