Maddie and I went to Cotton Bottom for garlic burgers yesterday. Maddie, being new in town, hadn’t been yet. Sofi recommended she go, so we met there for lunch. Now, a day later, still burping garlic I remember why I don’t eat there often.
While sitting at the bar we couldn’t help but notice a man sitting near us reading a book. Now there’s nothing wrong with going out alone and taking a book rather than a date. In fact, I’ve been on plenty of dates where I wish I had a book rather than a date. It was the book he choice that freaked us out:
That’s the kind of reading to do at home. In public maybe something a little lighter would have been a better idea… just a thought.