There’s this funny little dynamic between my father and me where we try to gauge whether the other person actually needs to go to the bathroom or is just trying to sneak off and pay for the meal. This time, I managed to beat him to it.
The waiter told me it’s the same with him and his father, and that he likes it because he sees it as a sign of love. That was cute.
Then he came back to the table with me to say goodbye to everyone and told us that he’ll soon be leaving Germany because he’s worried about where the country’s politics are heading.
The fact that he feels he has to do that was considerably less cute.
