“Is that a Cubs hat?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“Are you in a supporter group?” I dug further.
“Just the Banter Buddies.” He paused, realization dawning. “You’re the DC fan.”
“That’s me!” I beamed. Mission accomplished.
“I wasn’t sure so I didn’t say anything. It’s so embarrassing when you’re wrong.”
Memories of my aborted attempt to locate a twitter penpal at All Tomorrow’s Parties last year flashed through my head. It really, really is embarrassing. Luckily I don’t mind being embarrassed in service of a good story. (I'll tell that one later if you ask.)