Table For One?

Tonight I decided to drive to the next town and go out for dinner hansolo after dropping my grandparents off at the bowling club. They evidently have a far greater social life than i do with their regular drinking and gambling (how fucking badass is that for two old codgers?!) but that's another story for another day. When I walked into the restaurant, the waitress gave me this kind of funny kind of judgeymcjudgealots look and asked, "Hi there, is it just a table for one or....oh...yeah you're alone hey..." We walk over to my booth. "...it must be hard going out alone?" Yes bitch. I'm all alone in the world, husbandless and childless, I'm failing miserably at this shit, should I just go slit my wrists now? or you could keep plunging that dagger into my heart? "No, I'm used to doing things on my own" "...oh. well that's lucky then. I'll be back shortly with your menus...menu. .." So that was how my nigh...