When I was at the sports bar last night, I went out to have a cigarette. A guy was leaving before me. To me it appeared that he had a problem with one of his legs, so I went to hold the door open for him, he insisted on opening up the door for me.
He told me that he had no problem walking, that he was just drunk. OK. I can deal with that. Then he asked me a question that I could not answer. He asked me what I like to do? My brain went numb. I was trying to think. I could only say, I use to be married.
I think many people here can understand my reply.
The guy responded by saying, I probably won't remember this tomorrow, so I will tell you now, "if I remember anything tomorrow I want to remember that an angel spoke to me like I was a human".