I’m precious?
Turns out that bringing your own food to the bowling alley is a uniquely me thing.
I had my little cooler filled with good eats and about 1/2 way through the night, I whipped out the banana I had packed.
Everyone seemed to be focused on something else and I was just sitting there peeling the banana.
A few minutes later, this gal came up to me and said, “you’re just so precious! Sitting there, watching the world, enjoying your banana.”
Looking back, I can see how someone sitting in a bowling alley peeling a banana might be weird, but she straight up said I was precious.
Who would have thought?
