The Guy Next To Me
The guy next to me was sitting alone. I was sitting alone. So as I tapped on my computer during a lunch date for one at an Islands off the 805 I wondered what he did for a living. I continued on in my work, concentrating but wildly inhaling the afternoon golden ale. It is a Tuesday afternoon. But already by 11:53 a.m. I was feeling like an ice cold one was exactly what I needed to continue in with a long and successful work day. 3/4 of the way through my mid-day pick-me-up I saw the men in uniform come my way. I wasn't in trouble. Was I? They greeted the lone man, them in their blues, he in an unassuming dapper shirt and trousers that said "golfer" more than "law enforcement". The 3 late comers sat with their colleague and in that moment I second guessed my wild enthusiasm when the server had offered me samples of beers to try when I had first sat. Back when I thought he was a lonely man coming from the golf course. Damn my gluttony...