Instead of going directly home, I went to a place in a town I haven't visited in some years for something to eat and beer. A few minutes after sitting down, I regretted my decision. People talking too loud, or incessantly, about nothing. Commenting out loud - to no one - following each shot the golfer on the television took. Tedium. Slowly buried in the sands of the hour glass.
Why so judgmental, I ask myself. Just let them be. The North Atlantic is a jacuzzi now.
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