An Open Letter to the Bearded Gentleman Playing Billiards at Zeno's Bar

An Open Letter to the Bearded Gentleman Playing Billiards at Zeno's Bar
Dear Bearded Gentleman Playing Billiards at Zeno's Bar,

Have you seen the state of Zeno's Bar lately? Of course you have - you were there. It's cramped, it's smokey, it's loud. It's already a pretty unfavorable atmosphere to be enjoying your weekend in when it's that busy, particularly on graduation weekend (thanks but no thanks, alumni - go back home). So, all of this taken into account, along with the fact that it was my first legal outing at said bar, I really didn't need you poking me with your pool cue so you could make your precious shot. Were a significant amount of money on the line, sure, I'll move aside a few inches and think nothing of it. But you were being a douchebag, for no reason. Not even a friendly, "Hey, a little room?" was uttered, which I would have much respected. Do I expect you to know that it's one of my first trips out as a 21er? Of course not. Do I expect you to have to plan around my particularly large frame in the close quarters of the Zeno's underbelly? Hell no, nobody would. But a little courtesy nudge would have been nice. Not a courtesy poke-in-the-eye, you tool - that's for Chumley's.

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