TobyI am currently at a bar sitting next to a grown-ass man who is lecturing a woman on what qualities super-hot guys have and what makes them so super-hot.
His voice sounds exactly like Napoleon Dynamite.
I've since learned they met on an app. She looks like if Leah Remini skipped Scientology and just moved to Indiana to have four kids.
He looks like Leung Siu-lung from Kung Fu Hustle (2004).
They paid their tab and left, but not before she mentioned that she needs to do a lot more "shadow work", which she defined as "in the witchy world, that's stuff you don't talk to your therapist about."
I honestly wouldn't have said anything, nor would I have thought twice about these two folks, if Beast Boy hadn't tapped me on the shoulder.
I took out my ear bud. "We're going to sit here," he told me.
"No worries," I told him, and shifted my seat an inch to the right.
They had plenty of space. Notifying me was entirely unnecessary.
But at least at this point I got dinner and a show.