Loud complimenting guy
There are always funny, loud guys out on Saturday nights. Tonight was the Loud Complimenting Guy. I first saw him at City Bar where he told me he loved my dog as I walked her by. A couple hours later he saw my wife and told her (loudly) how much he loved her red hair. And an hour after that he was crossing College Avenue where he shouted to someone how much he loved her scarf. I now realize that if I had only hung around City Bar instead of Manhattan Cafe I would have probably heard a hundred loud, bellowing, enthusiastic compliments.