I went out to eat tonight at an old-fashioned burger/ice cream place, where the booths are separated only by a very low divider. As a result, you are very close to other diners and can see them up close and personal. As bad luck would have it, who is at the booth right next to me but a man with his entire head wrapped in gauze. We're talking brain-surgery levels of bandaging here. I am right now eating leftovers at home, because this sight took away my appetite. Why would a person go out to eat in that condition? Dear Lord.