I believe I was on the Jerry Springer Show last evening, but I can’t be certain. Things started out routinely: a bunch of spring chickens were out to celebrate a birthday. Drinks had just been served when a drunk woman staggered to our table and began railing against the daughter of a woman in our party. Suffice to say, she was not spewing compliments. Talk about buzzkill. When she finally left, the manager wanted her identity. Seems she and her companion hadn’t paid their bar tab. Dessert? A chat with a police officer. I really must find better dinner companions.