A Tuesday afternoon, in a Taco Fresco restaurant near downtown Chicago. I was wearing an orange polo shirt with a little Mickey Mouse on the chest, a Mickey Mouse hat (by coincedence! I grabbed a hat as I left the house that morning) and jeans, and was carrying a small green man purse.
A young man in a sweathshirt and shorts looks at me, says "Hi."
I replied, "Hi."
He said, "Chess player?"
I replied, "Huh?"
He said, "Chess player?"
I said, "No."
(What I would like to know is, what, from my appearance, led him to the conclusion I was a chess player? Do chess players fancy Mickey Mouse? Do they wear orange shirts?)
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