I was complaining to Gary that recent Covid developments are going to make it so I can't go to the opera.
"At least not this year," I sighed. "Maybe ever."
"Don't be stupid," he said, sympathetically, "Just sit in a booth by yourself."
"Yes. One of those booths they have. And don't share the booth, and double-mask, and you'll be fine. I mean not now, but maybe later."
I just stared at him, about to say, "A booth? Do you think the opera's like a diner --" when I realized he meant box, not booth, and that even more amusingly he thinks the Saint Louis Opera has opera boxes full of wealthy women in furs and eighteen-button gloves, and that I would just take an entire "booth" for myself.