We are having a panic attack. No, seriously, an elephant is sitting on my chest. I can't breathe. Combine the fact that my life seems to be officially over with the embarrassing encounter I had at lunch today, and I could just die and cannot breathe. How embarrassing was it, you ask? Well, try this on for size. This morning, I invited a friend to lunch. She said she had a professional function to attend and couldn't make it so, in response, I went on to the India Garden to suck down a mango lassi and enjoy some naan by myself. But what do I see when I get there?: My friend with her Ex sitting directly in front of me. This is the moment where you want to run, but you have nowhere to go so I sat down, mumbled an embarrassed hello, and tried to lose myself in a book. But losing myself was impossible so I texted my best friend. Except I didn't. To make matters worse, when I attempted to text Maggie to tell her what happened, I realized I had texted the friend sitting in front of me instead. Totally mortification. Said friend is now coming to Biggby Coffee to see me. Great. Nothing is going well and death seems preferable to the mess my life has become.