Tonight I played Scrabble with my wife. She put down the word “stang”. Her sentence: “the bee stang me”. And thought I married a smart girl from Ohio.
Ten years ago, I was at “Jumping Bean Cafe” in Pilsen (Mexican neighborhood in Chicago). Some guy comes in off the street and shouts, “anybody want to play Scrabble?” He got a couple of takers. I wish I could hang out somewhere where strangers were that up for anything.
I took the kids to McDonald’s today. Finding no empty tables in the play area, I shared a table with two strangers. We all hit it off, and had some interesting conversation. Alas they weren’t strangers who were up for anything.
Someday I’d like to go into a bar and yell “anybody up for a game of Scrabble?”