The Waiting Room — Where Drinking Drowns Out Self Reflection.

I’m standing on a fake rock on the edge of the synthetic grass that covers the crazy golf course. My three children are causing chaos, hitting balls into fountains, kicking ones that belong to the people up ahead into bushes and spinning metal clubs around their heads like baton twirlers at a street parade. I spend our ‘fun trip out’ shouting things like,

‘Stop that!’

‘Give the nice lady her hat back’

And,