I am lunching at a restaurant with a friend. When her food arrives, she matter-of-factly tucks a paper napkin into the neck of her sweater.
“You’re smart,” I say.
“I’ve learned my lesson,” she says.
And I glance down at my own sweater, noticing remnants of previous meals here and there. Why is it, I wonder, that only babies wear bibs and adults eating lobsters?