Scene:  Tim and Amy, having had a rough day for unrelated reasons, have decided to go to a bar, hoping for a quiet relaxing drink and some appetizers.  It’s a reasonably fancy place – we really wanted calm and relaxing – with dark wood fixtures and an expensive menu.  A random white woman approaches Amy.

RWW:  Hi. How are you?

Amy: [Desperately trying to recall what lawyer event I met her at.] Fine.

RWW:  What’s your name?

Amy:  Amy.

RWW:  How funny, my name is Anna. 

Amy: [puzzled look] Nice to meet you.

RWW:  My father is a doctor who practices at [I’ve now forgotten wtf she said about her father].

Amy: That’s nice.

RWW:  I’m approaching you because I wanted to say to him [indicates Tim] …

Amy & Tim more or less in unison:  You can just talk to me/him. 

RWW:  But I approached you because you’re the caregiver.

Amy: [stunned look] I’m his wife.

RWW:  Oh you’re his wife.

Amy:  Get lost.  Just go away.  [If I recall anything verbatim about this interaction it’s those two phrases.]

RWW: I’m sorry, am I stressing you out? 

Amy: [turns away]

Tim and Amy: wtaf? 

And . . . scene.

We were going to order food, but decided to gtfo of there.  Staff were very embarrassed, comped our drinks, apologized profusely and then – after we went down the block, had some amazing Mexican apps and drinks, and were heading back – came out of the restaurant to follow us down the block and apologize all over again. 

So many emotions.  For now I’ll just say that, while I didn’t need them, I’m glad that I know a number of excellent criminal defense attorneys.