Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Take-out, anyone?

An evening out alone,
Worked till 10 pm, closed the store,
I anticipated a drink or two, some food,
maybe some conversation.
But not to be targeted by three old men at the bar,
It was such a punch in the ego,
Do I really look that old?

What's next?  I don't want to think about it,
blinking back tears that pool in my eyes,
"You know women, emotional",
they would whisper among themselves.
Not realizing that they are the cause.

They were gentlemenly in their approach,
But it was a aha moment, a reality check.

Perhaps I'll get take-out next time,
and stock the bar at home...

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