A friend and I agreed to meet for dinner last week at a strip mall near where she attends a Toastmasters group. Kudos for going all in on self-improvement. Stacey suggested we eat at the Italian restaurant in the mall. Recalling a disappointing dining experience there, I suggested we meet in the parking lot at 5:00, and caravan to a better bistro a couple miles away.
The textversation that evening went like this:
Stacey-How about 445 in target parking lot. Text me and I’ll honk.
Me-Yep that works!
I arrive early and text to see if she’s waiting.
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