It's Taken Care Of
In the middle of a crowded restaurant in Brunswick, Maine, I sat alone with my copy of the USA Today.
I've never felt weird eating by myself.
It's part of the gig.
I ordered.
Nothing, fancy.
I was in Maine so I had a lobster roll, but it wasn't overly expensive.
In fact, it didn't cost me a dime!
I have to take you back a little bit.
As I entered the restaurant I walked by a table that was occupied by two thirty-something women.
One of them waved at me.
I wondered if there was something wrong with her.
I was wearing the fleece I had checked the construction jobs along with a pair of jeans that are pretty worn.
As I was eating my salad, one of the women turned and laughed.
They were a good three tables away, so while it was curious, I didn't give it a second thought.
I was reading about the NBA All-Star game.
I never looked up again.
They left.
A little while later, I was getting agitated.
"Can I get the check?"
"Those women paid it for you," she said.
"What? Why??"
"I don't know," she said.
I might have asked again:
"Why?"
The waitress shrugged.
You wanna' know the bad news?
I thought that it couldn't be possible.
Why would someone be nice to me for no reason?
I was looking over my shoulder as I went to the parking lot and got behind the wheel of the rental car.
Nothing suspicious.
I called my beautiful wife.
"Could they have recognized you from your books?" she asked.
(That has actually happened to me before).
"Wouldn't they say something?" I asked. "Maybe they thought I was strikingly handsome."
"They probably thought you were homeless."
My wife is a great fan of mine.
Whatever.
It freaked me out a little.
Thank you, ladies!
I've never felt weird eating by myself.
It's part of the gig.
I ordered.
Nothing, fancy.
I was in Maine so I had a lobster roll, but it wasn't overly expensive.
In fact, it didn't cost me a dime!
I have to take you back a little bit.
As I entered the restaurant I walked by a table that was occupied by two thirty-something women.
One of them waved at me.
I wondered if there was something wrong with her.
I was wearing the fleece I had checked the construction jobs along with a pair of jeans that are pretty worn.
As I was eating my salad, one of the women turned and laughed.
They were a good three tables away, so while it was curious, I didn't give it a second thought.
I was reading about the NBA All-Star game.
I never looked up again.
They left.
A little while later, I was getting agitated.
"Can I get the check?"
"Those women paid it for you," she said.
"What? Why??"
"I don't know," she said.
I might have asked again:
"Why?"
The waitress shrugged.
You wanna' know the bad news?
I thought that it couldn't be possible.
Why would someone be nice to me for no reason?
I was looking over my shoulder as I went to the parking lot and got behind the wheel of the rental car.
Nothing suspicious.
I called my beautiful wife.
"Could they have recognized you from your books?" she asked.
(That has actually happened to me before).
"Wouldn't they say something?" I asked. "Maybe they thought I was strikingly handsome."
"They probably thought you were homeless."
My wife is a great fan of mine.
Whatever.
It freaked me out a little.
Thank you, ladies!
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