The little waiter's eyebrows wandered about his forehead in confusion. - Douglas Adams

She tried to worry that something terrible had happened to him, but didn't believe it for a moment. Nothing terrible ever happened to him, though she was beginning to think that it was time it damn well did. If nothing terrible happened to him soon maybe she'd do it herself. Now there was an idea.

"Did I do anything wrong today," he said, "or has the world always been like this and I've been too wrapped up in myself to notice?"

Having not said anything the first time, it was somehow even more difficult to broach the subject the second time around.