at a sports bar watching the lions game. the bartender asked me if i wanted a refill and i said, “no, thank you.” he immediately reeled back and said, “oh damn, i’ll just go fuck myself then, that was cold,” something along those lines. i was confused, insisting i had said thank you, that i had manners. when the attention turned, i said to ava, small and quiet, “there’s something wrong with me.” “no, there’s not,” she said, but then we all got distracted with something else.