He couldn't believe his bad luck. Not only had he shown up for a date twenty-four hours early, he had to get a speeding ticket as well. Now, all he wanted was to be left alone. Was that so much to ask? Why did it seem like everyone knew his sorrows? Why were they staring? He lowered his head and tried to hide from their steady gaze.

Finally, the bartender leaned over with a compassionate look, "Cut yourself shaving?"

Johnny winced. "Uh, yeah, does it show?"

The bartender winked. "It wouldn't, except for that toilet paper stuck on your chin."