One winter break in college, I went to my best friend’s hometown in South Bend, Indiana. All the Notre Dame kids were home for the holidays, so the town was much emptier than usual. After a couple false starts, we (my friend and some of her friends from high school) finally found a local bar that had great drink specials and a crowd of young people.
We sat down and I went to the bar to grab drinks. A guy waiting for drinks next to me introduces himself “Hi! I’m Stubs!” He then.. wait for it… yes… holds out his stub arm – cut off just above the elbow – for me to shake. I froze, completely stunned. He waves his stub expectantly. I hold it gingerly, give it a little shake (what the hell else can I do at that point?!), and then grab my drinks and book it back to the table.
