By Melissa Morrison
One night, I went with some friends to one of our favorite restaurants, which overlooked the Black River in Port Huron, Michigan. With such a great view and pleasant weather, we decided to enjoy dinner and drinks on the deck. A table was opening up within the next five minutes, so we thought we’d wait at the bar until it was ready. When the waitress came over to bring us to our table, I was deep in conversation with another patron and told my friends I’d meet them on the deck—a simple task, one might think.