The waiter didn't kill me, but you might

Mamma Mia! I couldn't get to the page to type! So I think I sent a blank page. (or two) Sorry. Anyway, to finish last night's adventure. I'm sorry I didn't sign off properly and left you in such a hurry. Could you sense my stress? I didn't really think the waiter would appreciate watching me continue to type on my iPod when I had just explained to him that I forgot my wallet! But I did stay long enough to write the final sentence and hit publish and I think it worked. (keep in mind how long it probably took me to do that!) Anyway, I forgot my wallet. This is Rainman, who seldom forgets anything. Now I guess I see what a little stress can do to a person. So, try explaing to a waiter when you don't speak French, "REALLY, I live around the corner! I'll just run home and up 110 stairs to get it." Actually, had I really said the 110 stairs thing he probably would've believed me. A tourist would never have known that people really do have to go up 110 stairs everyday to get home. So, I left my bag with the waiter, ran home in the rain, ran back in the rain and finally, enjoyed a nice walk home on the shiny, slippery cobblestones laughing all the way. And now, j'ai finis. Au revoir.