Character Study
I was at this dive bar, called The Carleton, the other day with my dad, his girlfriend, and a friend of hers. I met the kindest old drunk man. He told me that he just wants to retire, have a garden, write poetry, and go bird watching. Then, he'd whistle, and ask me to guess what kind of bird he was being. He also told me I looked like a victorian lady, and said that I should be sure that I end up with a feminist, because chauvanistic men are the worst and I deserve better. He said that he wished I could date his son, because he just wants his son to write poetry, but instead his son is an asshole who plays PS3 all the time, so I probably shouldn't. I like stumbling upon nice people.