Late to leave with little communication turned into a harrowing drive and a misdirected text, to then sit as the men moseyed about, even at the finish. Regretting I went turned - once I lost my patience - to fun.
Leaving behind all to come as they wished, I walked into the bar, one of my heart, with friendly people willing to walk up and strike up a conversation... and canned beer. Wanting a coozie, I went to buy one, and did, but not before the bartender asked me, "Do you want to borrow one or buy one?" Had never heard that question before.
Another funny? The bathroom doors. Me standing, thinking chicken, the gentleman who I'd been chatting with ("I like talking with older people, not my age," he'd said to me earlier.) pointed to the other. I got it, laughed and knew I wasn't in Kansas (Ithaca) anymore.
A night with good people - new and old - and memories, with a souvenir to remind me.
And lest anyone think my takeaway is to always go with the flow, no. No. Communication and consideration of others ... still high on my list.
Sometimes we get those ideals from strangers better, and... from taking our own initiative.
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