So the other night, the Civee and I were at Damon’s, simultaneously watching the Yankees and Bengals games. Iron Mike was possibly going to join us, and even though there were a few hours until closing, and the place wasn’t all that full, I had a feeling the waitress wanted to be somewhere else:
Waitress: So your friend, is he still coming?
Me: That’s what he says.
Waitress: Is he going to eat with you guys?
Me: I’m not really sure.
Waitress: He sounds very mysterious.
Me: Well, he is. He lives out in the ether.
Waitress: I’m not from Columbus. I don’t know where that is.