When I'm off, I'm off. I will talk to people about work stuff, but most of the time I just want to leave it at the office.
The other night at a Cheeseburgers gig a gal approached me, called me a name I won't repeat, and said she "had a bone to pick" with me.

She persisted. It was about "bullbleep" I was writing about a family member.
There is way, way, way more to this story. Way more. I can't go into it. Let's just say she was leaning to port and in the morning she'd be somewhat sober but still misguided.
So I wasn't going to win. Fortunately the next set was about to start.
You can't play when you are mad or distracted. You put it out of sight and mind. I thought, I'm not going to let somebody who has no freaking clue win. And that was that.
There's a place and time for everything. Let's talk, at that time.
We'll both feel better about it.
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