Standing in a bar last night, close to midnight, on St. Patrick's Day, is truly the wrong time to show up at the bar - unless, I guess, you are there to pick someone up and go home. After all, they get better looking, more interesting, at closing time, right?
My girlfriend and I, stuck in the midst of the crowd, which way to go? Why are we here, again? Some people we know, others...nope, never seen them before. Some, we don't want to ever see.
We decide, "it really is time to go."
Before we can make our exist, a man - an older man - and an older married man is sitting 2' away from us on a bar stool. He has spoken "hello" to us. He has watched us for our 15 minutes in the bar. He asks us, "tell me, truly what is going on in your mind."
So we did. We said, "we are thinking it is time to go home."
The look in his face, in his eyes, priceless. Really. He wasn't expecting that. Furthermore, we were leaving, ALONE.
He had nothing left (thankfully) to say.
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