Oh, Drunken Mitty at the deli last night, the things inside your head.
I’m certain you saw yourself a man of mystery and charm. The life of the party, resplendent in your finely tailored suit. Your conversation irresistable. Your smile sparkled even including the *ding* of a cleaning product ad. The people around you craved your approval. Your laugh, lighting up the room. When your shared your opinions, the sycophants cheered, repeating and whispering your final declarations.
What I saw was a bit different: A drunken dude at Subway, still in his work suit, Incessantly attempting to engage me in conversation about how awesome my sandwich looked as it was being made.
Good morning, Hungover Mitty. How awesome was your awakening?