Ali says, “Come on Richard, let’s go see a show together without the women. My treat.”
Ali gets us seats down front, just to the left of the stage. During the show, Ali keeps staring at me rather than the show. The fuzzy reflection from the stage lights reflect off his glaring eyes. I keep thinking, confused, “He wants to kill me.”
He catches me catching him staring at me, and he quickly turns away. I start wondering, “Why is he looking at me like he wants to kill me?”
Finally he points a finger in my face and says, “That is a really cool mustache!”
All this time I am thinking he is mad or wants to take my head off yet, in reality, he is simply admiring my long handle-bar mustache!