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If you have a story to share, send it to Let's Not Meet Stories at gmail.com. I'm a Chicago Cubs fan, but I've lived in the Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania area, my entire life.

Earlier this season, when the pirates were in Chicago, I decided to go to a sports bar to watch the game.

I specifically went to this one that I had

driven by a bunch of times, but I had never given a try. It was a sports bar that I can't name on

the podcast. I showed up about five to ten minutes before the first pitch in my Cubs gear and walked in.

I saw that a woman was tending the bar and an older couple

were sitting at the end of the bar. They both stared at me as I came in, as if I were an alien,

which I figured was because I was wearing the opposite team's gear. I was given no greeting

or anything, but I sat down and just waited for the game to start.

I realized that the old couple and the bartender were deep in conversation and they were fixated on each other.

After waiting a few minutes, I walked up to the bar to try to order food.

There were no menus, napkins, salt, pepper, or anything else like that on the table,

nothing indicating that food was served there.

As I started talking to the bartender, I noticed there were no bottles, taps, or alcohol

behind the bar either.

It was just a bunch of random Pittsburgh

sports memorabilia. Very random things at that. Nothing really followed the theme. There were a

bunch of signs saying things like, if you're easily offended, get out. When I was talking to the

bartender, the older couple was just

staring at me blankly. The bartender told me that she'd be right back with the menu. And then

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