Crowded place. Grab corner table. Look around. Recognize no one. Waitress flies past. Loud talking and laughing. Open my book. Try to read. Eventually place my usual order of oatmeal. One guy alone against the wall immersed in his laptop. No eye contact.
How do they find so much to talk about?
I scribble topics in a notebook in case someone wants to talk to me. This is still better than eating at home with just the radio. My cell buzzes. Yes, this is he. No. I do not want to change my AT&T plan. Sorry.
My food arrives. I chew slowly, pretend to read while I'm watching the door in case someone I know enters.
It might happen.
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