It's a hot, muggy day in August. I'm sitting at a bar on the beach when an older gentleman asks, "Is this stool taken?"Tipsy, I shake my head no. He sits and tells the bartender, "Cachaca, please. And another of whatever he's drinking on me," the older gentleman winks.Side-eyeing him, I sigh, "Thanks."Hand extended, he greets, "Hi, I'm Samuel, and you are?""Zee. Zee Lowry.""Pleased to meet you, uh, Corporal?"I huff, "Private First Class.""Oh, you're newly enlisted?" asks Samuel."I'm not trying to be rude, but I just want to chill. I appreciate the drink, but I don't need a conversation. Excuse me."Lifting his drink, he toasts it to me, saying, "Sorry to bother you, Private Lowry. Enjoy your evening."The following evening, my buddies and I return to that bar. We're sharing sex stories and being guys when I hear, "Good evening, Private Lowry."Glancing back, I beheld a very dapper Samuel. Twisting my face at my boys, I merely turn my head, saying, "Hey, Samuel."I introduce my
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