It’s 11pm and the bar is almost empty. A woman walks in. She orders a drink and starts to write in a notebook. So far very normal behavior for my bar.

Next thing I know she is sobbing. Writing and sobbing. I don’t mean a couple tears running down her face, I mean gulping for air, snorting back snot and being loud enough that I come over from the other end of the bar because I have no idea what is going on. She tells me,

“I used to be a lesbian, but now I’m straight.”

“Ok.”

“But now there’s this woman and I’m trying to write a letter to her.”

Who writes letters anymore?