And in no way is that pathetic

There really is nothing like an unspoken understanding between strangers. One of those moments where neither person has to say a word to understand exactly what the other person is thinking.

This really shone through last night at a bar in Chicago. Dr. Sillygoose and myself were chatting by a table, drinking our freshly acquired brews. The Goose placed his full beer on the table behind him and turned back to talk to me for a second. At that point, the lonely young gentleman stranger sitting at the table reached over, clasped the forsty mug and slide that beer slowly towards himself. At that precise moment, Sillygoose turned around and without word or sound, slowly reached for the glass and pulled it back to his side of the table. In retort, the stranger just nodded acknowledgment and shrugged his shoulders, as if to say "ya got me...ya got me this time."

You stay classy, Chicago.