We walked into the restaurant last night, it was early since we are geezers. The place is popular but it was nearly empty and we were told we could sit wherever we liked. I could not help but notice the soldier, sitting in a booth eating alone. My soldier took the lead… he chose the corner booth in the back of the restaurant and sat with his back to the wall in Scorpio fashion.
“Lonely soldier, eating alone,” I said.
“Yep. Done that many times,” he said.
“Well no more. I am glad your life did not turn out that way. I am glad you’re not a lonely soldier.”
“You chose a table where we can’t see him,” I said and in fact there was a barrier down the middle of the restaurant, we could not see the guy.
“Yeah, well that’s so I don’t get my ass kicked,” he said.
“That guy can kick your ass?”
“I don’t know. I am sure he trains every day and what do I do? If he looks at you… if he starts eyeballin’ you, I’m going to have to fight him and I’d just as soon not get an ass kickin’ tonight.”
“But I thought you knew some tricks,” I said.
“I do know some tricks but nothing is going to save you from getting your ass kicked when you’re fat and out of shape. Yeah, I know tricks but I am not going to go out and pick a fight with Mike fucking Tyson, now am I?”
Posting this because I think very few have this much sense.
Do you see trouble and head right to it?