Marisa arrived soon after I sat down and we ordered wine, and caught up on our days. We were both pretty exhausted and agreed the bread, wine and cheese would be great in our pajamas.
Mid-conversation, I realize one of my arms is gushing blood and I try to stop it. Upon further inspection I realize my elbow is where it’s coming from. And then I realize the whole table where I am seated is covered in broken glass.
Marisa calls the waiter over and shows him my arm. He brings a napkin and simply asks what he can do.
Um…one napkin?! We’ve already gone through all of them on our own table. At this point, I am starting to feel woozy and I’m starting to shake. Maybe the mate I shared with Rafael earlier that day? Maybe the panic that was starting to set in?
I’m not sure what Marisa told the waiter but soon after he comes back with gauze and brown stuff but we don’t know what it is, we’re not sure what to do with it and I’m certainly not about to do first aid at the table.