Sympathy
I was at a bar in Boston tonight when the bartender carded me. (They always card me. I look like I’m twelve.) He looked from my ID back to me and then down again.
“Seattle?”
I nodded.
“I heard about that shooting, man. With the kids? And the rave? Terrible stuff. Here, this one’s on me.”



Not to be crass, but that guy was totally hitting on you.
Ryan,
Please commit to thinking before you write.
Yes, I agree that the shooting is/was a horrible thing. I not sure I follow how getting a free drink helps the situation any.
I love free booze as much as the next guy… but this doesn’t make too much sense.
DM: Get over yourself.
Ryan: It’s hard to tell through the thick, thick accents.
Adam: What, now you people want me to have a point? Really, my point was just that I’m across the country several days after the shooting, and people over here are still thinking about it.
That’s actually really sweet. The world is a small place, and events like these make a ripple that goes a long way.
Whether he was hitting on her or not, he was trying in the best manner available to him to be sympathetic.