Good
evening morning, Reoville!
so i went to my daughter's bar earlier for dinner and to watch the Giants game. according to some, the plan was to meet the gal of my dreams, since the group that was playing appealed to old farts, rather than her usual crowd... uh huh...
after a while a guy about my age walks up, says something i couldn't catch, and offers to shake hands. what the hell. he looked cleaner than i usually do, so i stick my hand out, and go back to watching the game.
then, much to my horror, he sits down at my table. i think to myself ok, he looked clean, but he has a disturbingly creepy gleam in his eye...
i look at the tv and sip my diet coke. then it went downhill from there.
Him: how old are you?
Me: ummm... 63
i look at the tv and sip my diet coke
Him: are you from Sacramento?
Me: uh huh
i look concentratedly at the tv and sip my diet coke
Him: you went to Sacramento High?
Me: (long pause) nope. i grew up elsewhere and then
i glare at the tv and drain my diet coke
Him: Were you in Viet Nam?
Me: nope.
i pray for my daughter's buff boyfriend to come by soon to rescue me and ask for another diet coke
Him: Oh. So you didn't care?
Me:
i finally glare at him like the .... from hell and say: Apparently not
Him: stands up, mumbles about being a drunk and goes back to his table. whew...
Then, while i'm out on the street by my car saying goodnight to my daughter, i see him out there waving at me.
I may never leave my house again...
I'm not sure, but i
think he said his name was Laurin
