There really is nothing quite so life affirming
As being sat at a table
With eight complete strangers
At a wedding reception
With barely enough alcohol to drown a flea.
That is, if your life is a pained, awkward, silent,
Elongated existential crisis with unfamiliar faces
And nowhere to escape to.
By way of an ice breaker,
The man next to me asks if I like logic puzzles.
I laugh and say no,
To which he replies,
“You have to ask a meta question,”
Which has to be the worst and weirdest opening ever.
I should have asked him
If he was enjoying his pate
At the quantum level.
No comments:
Post a Comment