I was standing in the 15 item or less line in my local supermarket on a Monday night. The line was long and I had some time to burn. It dawned on me that with very few exceptions, those folks in the line with me had within their carts the makings for that night's dinner. As did I: Steak, corn, some yogurt. A fillet of tuna, some salsa, a six pack of beer. Isolation, a quick dinner by ourselves, some lonely time in front of the tube. It was depressing.
Not depressing for any kind of "oh, we're all having dinner alone tonight and that sucks," but the fact that we weren't all having dinner together. The thought struck me: I should invite all these people here, in front of me, over to my house for dinner. Their dinner. Maybe stop by your house on the way home and bring over the Smokey Joe and a few pots and pans, but lets have our separate dinners together.
The thought brightened me. It was a wonderful idea. Except any time people go into a situation where they don't know anybody they always bring a friend. So'd they be having dinner with a friend. Instead of alone. Together.
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