My Life Was Changed By A Train

I just didn’t want to go to the usual place and get the obligatory beer with the coworkers after work that Monday. I can’t explain why, but I just didn’t. I was going home early. I didn’t really want to go home either, though.

Always known for construction, detours, and road delays, my town guarantees I will rarely take the same route home every day. Given this situation, I had to take a new way home, through the Old City. When approaching the four-way stop, I realized there was a train stalled on the tracks, and as previously mentioned, the only other way to get home was frustratingly far enough away to make me weigh my decision. I looked right, to the bar with the best beer selection in town, yes, the one that has $2 pints all day on Monday and immediately turned to go there.

I don’t like to sit alone and drink at a bar, but I grabbed my book, and a crossword, just in case, and went for it. I had no sooner sat down when he walked in. “Mind if I join you?”