It was late Friday night while I was blogging away at the internet, 2 seats down from me was a man, swatting at mosquitoes, cursing at the mouse that sticks, and performing a series of dramatic huffs and sighs. I wasn’t paying too much mind at first, but as he grew agitated with the ever-present fluttering and buzzing creatures of the night, I reached into my bag and handed him some repellent. I looked over, late 40s, nice clothes, nice shoes, good watch, well-groomed, but what stopped me was a very sad face, one that looked like it hadn’t really smiled in a very long time. I stopped typing and asked him one question, "so where are you from?" ...a green light to proceed into a mini-life story. Joe is in his mid-40s from San Francisco.
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