Bad date

My sprained ankle is hanging about like a brutally slow moving dinner, with someone you have just realized you don't actually like.
It all seemed like it was going to be great, but as the conversation died into dust, and every subject hit ignorance roadblocks at every turn, you know you can't leave as quickly as you would like.
 Go to the bathroom. A respite, but don't take too long. They already hate the restaurant, don't give them room to denounce the food as poison.The walk back from the bathroom is heavy and sad. Hours seem like days. When will this be over? That's a sprained ankle.