Alone

Yesterday I got free tickets from a friend for the Giants game: 3rd row on the left field line. Amazing seats. Yet, I couldn’t get anyone to go with me. I called everyone I knew, and even the unemployed people made up wacky excuses. So, I said “Screw it” and went to the park. I walked around outside for 35 minutes, asking random girls to go to the game with me (wreckless abandon + wacky mood). I even chased down a jogger. No dice. My confidence is at a new low as I take a seat on a bench facing McCovey cove. I glance over at the grandfatherly gentleman sitting next to me reading his paper. I say, “Hey, sir. You got time to watch a baseball game today?” He replies “Sure!” and I hand him the ticket, free of charge. He thanks me and I get up and head in, shouting back “I’ll see you inside in a little while!” and he smiles and waves. I watched the whole game alone; old guy never showed up. I hate this town.