Recently I was having dinner at a Japanese hibachi style restaurant when the waitress came over, abruptly turned the powerful exhaust fan off, and then asked me something I did not understand. She asked again, and this time others at the table said, “she’s asking you if you are burned.” I couldn’t hear anything because I was too focused on her asking me something I was not comprehending–it must have been too many inputs. So, once we all agreed, and I was over my terror of having a senior-like-moment, she said her husband had recently been burned when an electrical cable fell on him while working on a power line. Then she was interrupted by these two women at the opposite end of the hibachi grill that expressed with surprise that I was burned. They both said, nearly at the same time, “you look normal.” Then came the I see you are burned now comment. I asked the waitress if she ever sees any burned people, and she said she couldn’t remember ever seeing any.