a strange thing happened on the way to...
My gods, St. Patty's day is just action-packed!
I went out after work, drinks with co-workers and other colleagues. (Invited GOG, but she ended up running late and decided to skip it. I felt kind of bad about that, as she might've enjoyed the group.) It was a fun time; I ended up staying later than I'd intended, so missed half of Edna's last yoga class (before she leaves town for 5 weeks; but she's teaching at a yoga studio on Thursday and invited me to attend as her guest, so I'll probably do that).
Anyway...
Eventually, I tore myself away and headed back to my car. I'd parked a couple of streets over, in the first parking space I found, not trusting that I'd find a spot closer to the pub. Just before I got to the car, I heard a voice from behind me.
It was a fellow named Ed, who'd followed me from the pub. He asked how I was doing, tried to assess how old I was by asking what generation I might be lumped in with*, and mentioned that he had a daughter about my age (or maybe a bit younger). He'd had a few beers, he said, "maybe too many." And then came the pitch.
He wondered if I might like to accompany him and his friend to another venue for dinner, corned beef and cabbage of course. I think I actually considered it. I almost said, "Oh sorry, I don't eat corned beef." But some sense kicked in and instead I said, "No thanks. I really should get going."
Ed seemed harmless (and disappointed); still at this point, I probably should've started looking around to make sure his friend wasn't lurking somewhere in the parking lot.
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* Generation Z was his guess. Having looked up what that would mean, I think he intended to say Y.
I went out after work, drinks with co-workers and other colleagues. (Invited GOG, but she ended up running late and decided to skip it. I felt kind of bad about that, as she might've enjoyed the group.) It was a fun time; I ended up staying later than I'd intended, so missed half of Edna's last yoga class (before she leaves town for 5 weeks; but she's teaching at a yoga studio on Thursday and invited me to attend as her guest, so I'll probably do that).
Anyway...
Eventually, I tore myself away and headed back to my car. I'd parked a couple of streets over, in the first parking space I found, not trusting that I'd find a spot closer to the pub. Just before I got to the car, I heard a voice from behind me.
It was a fellow named Ed, who'd followed me from the pub. He asked how I was doing, tried to assess how old I was by asking what generation I might be lumped in with*, and mentioned that he had a daughter about my age (or maybe a bit younger). He'd had a few beers, he said, "maybe too many." And then came the pitch.
He wondered if I might like to accompany him and his friend to another venue for dinner, corned beef and cabbage of course. I think I actually considered it. I almost said, "Oh sorry, I don't eat corned beef." But some sense kicked in and instead I said, "No thanks. I really should get going."
Ed seemed harmless (and disappointed); still at this point, I probably should've started looking around to make sure his friend wasn't lurking somewhere in the parking lot.
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* Generation Z was his guess. Having looked up what that would mean, I think he intended to say Y.