Bewilderment

You wonder so hard, your head starts to hurt. You take your beer and find a seat near the man. Not too near, you might draw attention. Its not like you've not seen someone reading a novel, but this man didn't seem like a reader. Plus, you think to yourself, this is definitely not the place to read a book, noisy, dirty and shady, one would lose focus. This brings you into this reverie. Why are you here? You seem to be a normal, regular, working class individual. Likely educated and probably smart enough. Aren't you just like him? beer in one hand and a briefcase on the table. You look at that man again.