I was in Nashville last week, having some spicy chicken at “Hattie B’s”, where the seating is hot and scarce. As I scoped a group with napkins in their chicken baskets, I approached and asked if I could join them until they left and I scooped up their table. One of the guys said to me “Fortune favors the bold!” I took it to heart, and he doesn’t even know. Bold. BOLD. BOLD. New MO.
But not obnoxiously bold, because fuck obnoxious people.