In moments like these, when I'm the only lone person eating in a restaurant surrounded by booths of families and friend duos, and I've got my travel bag with me. Like to imagine...
I'm a drifter hero(ine) al la Samurai Jack, Guts, Mad Max, Sam and Dean, and I just stopping to to town to right a wrong save some people, and I might bed a lucky waiter, waitress or bartender...
Along the way after several cups of coffee and a piece of pie. Your welcome suburb/city neighborhood folks remember me fondly, monsters, demons, assholes of all types fear me!
If I'm at the gym on elliptical or treadmill I like to imagine I'm a spacefaring scientist and exercising my body against the effects of zero g, as the space craft hurtles it's way through space.
The Rec center at PSU was really good for that. The ellipticals were on a balconetted second floor overlooking the weight area. The indoor track was also very sci-fi suspended as a half second...