A few years ago I arranged to meet a good friend of mine, a pastor on the north side of Indianapolis, for lunch. We decided to try a restaurant well known for its savory Italian dishes. We walked through the front door at high noon. Interestingly, there was no one to greet us. Far across the dining room we could see a few tables of customers being tended by a single server. Looking toward the kitchen, we could see three cooks. They were standing motionless, looking at us plaintively. OK, I thought they were looking at us plaintively. After five minutes the manager appeared. He was deeply sorry, but he couldn’t seat us.