I swear, three people came in between 2 and 5:30. Vonnegut helped fill the empty space until I looked up, and the man staring at me said, "And death put down his book". Before I could form a sensible response, the speed-dating crew barged in. Their stench of loneliness and nervous sweat took me back home to the memories of helping Mom get ready for her loser dates. Fearing a life of isolation, a ran out after the strange man. Troy agreed to accompany me to the bowling tournament after my shift.
Loneliness can kiss my ass,