More Words, Deeper Hole

I am reminded of a friend, nice but socially anxious to the point I often want to scream at him (``yes, you have to say `pardon me, good bye' before leaving''), invited to an end-of-con dinner in ... must have been 2011, who did come along but spent the whole dinner reading a book. And I want to say it was a book by Paul Reiser. I normally read through meals myself but not in an end-of-con dinner with fifteen other rambunctious con-goers.