You got really lucky this past weekend. You’re like a guy asleep in an inflatable life raft who never knew the sharks were under him all night.
Last night, here in Ohio, I went out to eat solo at a Chipotle-style assembly line burrito place a few blocks from my hotel. I put together my order, poured my drink and stacked up my napkins, then sat down and started eating. At 9:30 on a Sunday night, the room was dead empty. I was the only customer.
Two bites into my burrito, the guy behind the counter comes out with a mop and starts cleaning under my table. Twenty tables or more in the restaurant, and he makes a beeline for mine.
The rest went according to the script for these things.