Ever see those guys sitting alone in the pubs, with the same burger and fries, the same worn paperback, the same pint in pilsner? I have yet to see one of them who wasn’t creepy. It’s something I can’t quite put my finger on, but there’s a certain quality that just screams out, “NOT HERE TO EAT OR READ”. Maybe it’s given away in tint of their beards, the scraps of food stuck to their faces, or the sort of laid-back, eyes-over-the-glasses attitude.
I’d love to be able to do that, but I don’t think I could pull it off…and it’s for exactly this reason. I’m sure people would look at me and see some wierdo sitting by himself drinking a beer and pretending to read his book.