Ain't That A Kick In The Head

A few years ago Gretchen and I were traveling when we decided to spend a layover in the airport lounge. It was busy that day, but we were lucky enough to find two stools together at the end of the bar. As we were sitting there an important woman walked in and stood right next to where I was seated. She looked really uptight, so I asked if I could buy her a drink. When she said "yes, thank you" and proceeded to order a double vodka I knew I was right. It's always $10 beer day at the airport. Unlike Dr. Phil, I don't believe in the cathartic benefit in complaining to strangers about your problems. Whining about that unmanageable cowlick will neither fix your hair nor be a good use of my time. One of the foundational principals of being an adult is you deal with your shit and I'll deal with mine, thank you very much. For whatever reason, on this afternoon I ignored that conviction and did something I had never done before. I said to this lady, "You seem...