I was having a meal when a girl sat nearby and started talking to me. She smelled of drink. She talked about how someone got stroppy with her a few minutes ago and she beat them up. She told the story over and over again with more and more details added each time she told it.
There weren't many drunk people in public these days because most people were at home afraid. Right now this was kind of refreshing.
First she talked about dancing on their head, then she talked about bum rushing them, then she said she got them in a head lock. Who knows which version was true?
Still, she was delightful. She made me laugh a lot. She swore at the tip top of her voice and yanked me on the arm to get my attention. She asked what my name was but not what my job was.
She even gave me a kiss before I had to go home. It was the nicest time I had in a long time and for a long time to come.
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