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I got to 80 and headed west to Sacramento, and it was getting around dinner time. So I stopped at a highway restaurant. The place was big - of a western style but for whatever reason the dining room was closed, and they sent me into the bar. Now the only place I ever sat at a bar to eat was Original Joe's in San Francisco Tenderloin. That was for a bird's eye close-up view of the cooking.
I sat at the bar and found I could order steak and fries and eat it right there.
The bar-tender was a woman and soon another guy came in, a cowboy type around thirty years old, who knew her vaguely, and soon we had a three way conversation going. It became apparent, that both he and she were on the make and were using me as an intermediary. He would be telling me things about himself that were meant for her, and she was doing the same. It was interesting watching this verbal sex dance, and what he thought was important that she should know about him, and she about her, until it was becoming apparent, that I was superfluous accept as a relay go-between.
Then another woman came in who worked as a waitress and joined in our conversation. I started making time with her, probably because at some point
astrology came up and she said she was a Leo. I was in love with the strong woman type and had always been. I had a second beer and got more maudlin than I should, becoming sentimentally salacious in my flirtation which embarrassed me, all the while knowing that it was impossible. Sonoma and I were platonic, and Sophia and I were a passed thing apparently, but Sacramento was a long way from San Francisco. Time to go home.
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