The doctor kept me waiting 45 minutes. When he arrived, he apologized, and when I went to get on the examining table, he invited me to sit in the chair, so we could "talk eye-to-eye." When mine dropped down, they settled on his socks, which had a design of pink, purple and white horizontal stripes. When you wear a white coat you have to rely on your footwear to show your flair. He complimented me on my bookbag, which he said looked "well-traveled." I should have complimented him on his socks.
The lunch special was grilled calamari in a pesto sauce over a bed of arugula and bruschetta. I liked every word of that.
Then the dish arrived. As soon as I looked at the white rings of squid I remembered the story I’d heard on NPR a few months back reporting that some restaurants have been using pig rectums to stand in for squid. Granted, this was for fried calamari – on the theory that something that’s rubbery and fried tastes rubbery and fried – but the image has stuck in my mind. I ate my lunch but it wasn’t as enjoyable as I’d thought it would be.