Wednesday night losers club

On Wednesday night I drove to Vancouver to participate in a focus group. I am 22. So a focus group is not exactly the "social hot spot" to meet up with friends. Not only that, there were about 10 other people there. Was it secretly a loser convention? Did we all really have nothing better to do? It was a Wednesday night. We weren't working. We should have been out celebrating somewhere or at least watching some good reruns on tv...any alternative to being there. The longer I was there the more I felt like a complete idiot. Everyone else there was at least middle aged. I was a youngin' so I had no excuse. While observing the other members of the Wednesday night losers club I noticed the man sitting next to me was chewing cookies loudly. But it wasn't his fault, they were crunchy cookies. Fergie was playing on the radio. I hate her songs. Another man was wearing very cool looking shoes. I wondered if when he bought them that's what he wanted people to think when they saw them. Of course, if they ever ask me to do this again...I'll go. It's not like I'd have anything better to do on a Wednesday night.