At the Sky Club the gent next to me at the bar started to talk to me. I didn’t invite it, but it’s one of the problems with being the kind and approachable person I am.
He was trying to impress me with his stories of how cool he was.
In the interest of a fair exchange of information I was kind. I only told a few, mild, for public consumption experiences.
He said he was overloaded, sat with his head between his hands, and left abruptly saying “Fuck you!”
I guess he wasn’t that cool after all. Or maybe my calibration is off.
In the interest of people at large, I think I should a) avoid interactions with people, b) get home to Irene, and c) next time find better routing.
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