In an open letter to the friendly man who sat next to me at the Hall and Oates concert,

by sherlonya

“I suspect that the reason you started talking to me is because you felt bad that I was there by myself. It was a little weird how you kept leaning over though putting your upper side in contact with mine to tell me how much your wife was into the concert, but that you were not. I couldn’t help but notice, however, how many of the song lyrics you knew. I also think that it was super weird that you asked me if I felt better after I came back from the bathroom.”