This summer there was a local talent competition in my community that took place every Wednesday evening, in the style similar to American Idol. My bestie and I would go just about every week, enjoying each other's company and spectacle of the competition. We sat in the same seats in the middle of a row and since we almost always arrived late, and since I almost always left early, I found myself profusely apologetic to the little old ladies we climbed over week after week. One evening during intermission, I struck up conversation with the woman next to me and explained I had a newborn baby which is why I was always coming in right as the curtain rose and why I usually had to sneak out before the show was over.
