April 13, 2018
April 17, 2018
Sitting at a bar, the wife of a couple next to me reaches for an ash tray and asks, “Do you mind?” To be polite I don’t say yes, but want to. Then I realize that I can’t sit there and move further away. And I hate myself for being polite.
Sitting at a bar, the wife of a couple next to me reaches for an ash tray and asks, “Do you mind?” To be polite I don’t say yes, but want to. Then I realize that I can’t sit there and move further away. And I hate myself for being polite.