wavelengths

I finished folding my laundry at Laundry 101 and walked up to the counter to trade in the card for money and my id. Without speaking, I hand the card over to the fairly attractive bartender; i kinda froze. She pauses after taking the card and then turns to the cash register to swipe the card and figure out how much money to give to me.

Then I realize that she most likely paused because most other people would've exchanged some verbage by this point. She walks back with the money and hands it to me. Still not a word uttered. Then I stiffly turn, completely forgetting that she also had to get my id. I even motion the guy behind me forward and tell him I'm done. He then points out that the bartender still has my id. I awkwardly take it and say "Thanks." Then I walk out with my earbuds in. I got one word out...
I'm obviously on a different social wavelength.

Earlier in the day, Junior and I were discussing the intricacies of intramural sports. He briefly acknowledged his distaste for participation because everyone on the team just wanted to re-live their glory days. He didn't notice, but then I smiled and thought:
That's why I became a runner; Everyday is your glory day.