ABCs of Romance

Earlier this week I was standing in line at Rubio's to get some dinner. The couple in front of me were having a difficult time deciding which type of taco they wanted to order, so I seized the opportunity to read while waiting. I realized then that I forgot my book (Storm of Swords, bitches), so I pulled out my new phone to play me some Words with Friends.

I felt that someone's eyes were on me, so I looked over my shoulder. There was a man behind me in line, and he smiled when I turned. I nodded at him and returned to my game.

"Play VOIDS," I heard, unnervingly close to my ear.

I resisted every urge to execute some sweet moves that I learned from Bruce Lee. Instead, I turned and said, "I'm sorry?"

He cheesed again. "Play VOIDS, off of your S. It's better than the NOD you were going to play."

Oblivious that he might be trying to chat me up, I considered the move. It was crap. "But then I'm wasting a triple-letter on an I."

His smile froze. "Oh. Yeah, you're right."

I then realized he didn't care about my game; he cared about HIS game. And I Bruce Lee'd it right in the face. Sorry I shot you down and showed my superiority at Scrabble in one fell swoop, Rubio's Guy.