Monday, September 5, 2016
Today's OneWord: Pointed
From where I sat at the bar, I could easily notice the pointed glances that the girl in the cowboy hat and leather jacket was shooting me. I wasn't quite sure what she was drinking - rum and coke? Whiskey bourbon? - but I knew it must have been strong, maybe even giving her a right kick in the teeth, because she seemed on edge and ready to fight someone. I looked over at my cousin, who was busy flirting with the bartender, and itched for another beer.