A woman at the table next to ours went to the ladies' room. When she returned, a short "train" of toilet paper was caught in the waistband of her slacks. It was very obvious. There was silence, but a palpable "energy," so the woman knew something was amiss and it might have something to do with her. The tissue "floated" with each step, so I knew it wasn't weighed down with moisture.
Because I didn't perceive it to be an imminent public health threat, I joined the silent legion. Did I miss a moral imperative by not letting her know? I didn't know how to do it discreetly. If this should ever happen again, what -- if anything -- should I do? -- MR. MANNERS IN MASSACHUSETTS
What, are you serious? You excuse yourself from the table, pass their table, apologize for interrupting, hold out your hand to introduce yourself, then lean in and quietly mention that she had toilet paper hanging out her pants, and wish everyone a good meal.
That's not so hard, is it?