The Man in the Restaurant

Went into a restaurant for cappucino & light breakfast. . .A man there had a grubby baseball cap, grubby leather coat, hadn’t shaved in three days, looked grumpy, grizzled middle aged. Waitress asked him was he ready to order, he said shortly, “Ain’t ready yet.” Pretty easy to judge this guy as an older working class Republican, not much educated–except for one thing. The man was me.

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