The Genetic Anomaly Theory

I hand the keys to the valet and look at my phone screen, as I have been doing every twelve seconds. It’s 1:20 p.m., and I am offensively late. I walk into a deserted restaurant. People eat at noon on this side of the pond, and dinner is at five. Annoyingly, this was not intentional. My daughter had a mental breakdown of biblical proportions on the way …