I like going out to eat alone sometimes, enjoying having the opportunity to read the sports page over a plate of sushi or check out the stocks while noshing a grilled cheese and slurping a bowl of chowder. Mmm mmm good. It’s funny to me, though, that waitstaff seem to trained to offend solo diners, as the questions always offered me while I stand alone at the maitre’d podium is “[sniff of disdain] Just one today, hmm?” as they look over my shoulders to see if someone is emerging from the parking lot behind me. But, nope, it’s just sad, lonely old pathetic me. Just me. Just one.