Strange Meetings
I winked at the bartender, told her I’d be back in a minute,and went to take a piss.
After I finished, some guy dressed up in a red t-shirt and black jeans was grinning at me with a cigar in his hand.
“Enjoying yourself, Jason?” He said coolly.
I raised an eyebrow.
I’m sick of meeting all of these strange people.
“I guess.” I said, and walked out.
I got back to my soon-to-be nightlong bed partner and we walked out into the night.
That same guy that I saw in the bathroom, this time in a bright red suit and black pants, was standing near a street lamp and gave me the thumbs-up.
What the hell?