That awkward moment you’re having dinner in a “Western” themed restaurant in Bryce Canyon…
And there’s a blizzard outside. And your server is Ukrainian and you are surrounded by Japanese tourists.
It’s a bit surreal.
That awkward moment you notice that — although you may only be 5’10” anywhere else — the door markers at the Circle K you’re in indicate you’re a solid 6 feet tall.
So yeah, ladies… if you’re looking for a tall man, I’m the man you’re looking for…
at this Circle K. And this Circle K only.
That awkward moment you witness a customer negotiate the price of his meal with the east Indian owner of a Subway.
Also, the owner doesn’t cut his nails.
I mean like ever.
That awkward moment you’re sitting at a table in a bookstore and an old man, sitting at a table next to you, is reading a book on Microsoft Windows and repeatedly muttering, “You have to be f****ing kidding me.”
I think not.