This past weekend I took a trip to Columbus, OH to meet up with some fellow writers and friends. After a couple days of constantly being in rooms with no fewer than eight and sometimes as many as fifty people, the introvert in me needed some time alone to decompress. So I dipped off to grab some quick dinner at a nearby diner on High Street.
I wasn’t even sitting down long enough to get a glass of lemonade when I noticed there was a man sitting alone at a bar a few feet away. He was an elderly white man sporting a John Deere cap and overalls who spent the next few minutes flirting with the waitresses when he wasn’t asking for another Budweiser.