|This is a ghost ninja. Or the one weird guy.|
He never sneaks in the back door, which is strange. He always comes in the front so I can see him coming from a mile away. But nobody else sees him coming because they are having fun, I see everything, and he operates somewhere on the spectrum between ghost and ninja, at least when he is entering a bar. Once in the bar, though, the one weird guy sticks out like a sore freaking thumb. And once he sits down and orders a beer - the one weird guy always drinks beer - the whole tone of the place
|See if you can find the one weird guy in this photo. He is in there somewhere. It's like "Where's Waldo?"|
He is always watching, because he wants to be part of the action. But he can't be. There is always something keeping him from being part. He is either too shy or too old or something. Or maybe he just likes watching. But that is what he does. He watches. Even when he wants you to think he is watching SportsCenter on the big TV he is really watching all the twenty-somethings. And it is painfully obvious. To everyone.
Just about the time that the mood has settled significantly, the one weird guy disappears. He slinks out just like he came in - silently. Or, he stays long, long after all the other folks have left. But that is okay, because in a weird and strange way there is value to the service that this ghost of the party provides to any bar scene. He comes in at the height of the party precisely because he sees the party going on full tilt. And simply through his presence he starts the process of winding down the party. It causes the groups to filter out to their ultimate destinations. He starts the end of the night. He serves a purpose. And of course, he always gives a shitty tip, despite the eight beers he has drunk. And for that I will always dislike you, one weird guy. Just like all of the twenty-somethings in the bar.