Thursday, September 11, 2008

Day 5

I split a pitcher of beer at a bar in Wicker Park w/ my friend Sam who I hadn't seen in a while. Our conversation was fun but singularly uninteresting to write about.

I walked back to the El while eating a bag of potato chips. A fortysomething looking guy leaning outside a bar saw me walking and said "hey baby. why don't you come inside? I'll give you some potato chips AND a soda!"

Was he merely suggesting the beverage that he thought would best complement a potato chip palette? Or is his soda suggestion indicative of the fact that he actually thought I was around 17 years old...and chose to hit on me anyway? You decide.

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