I was psyched for this lunch date. Nancy, a deep thinker, passionate about learning, about our world, about politics, about Obama and hopeful that he will make a difference.
I was salivating to catch up with her.
We only talk face to face and guess what?
I was at this diner and she was not.
I was in Tarrytown, the first exit after the bridge and she was waiting for me at another diner in White Plains.
We talked on our cells as we ordered our lunches individually. Good thing I always bring a book, because I was reading instead of conversing.
Damn, Damn and Damn again…
But there’s always tomorrow…in this case, next Friday.
And here’s the voice on the other end:
I can’t believe how O’Henry-like our lunch date became. In fact, as I mentioned on the phone, I was sure I would be late so I planned to call you and tell you so.
The dentist, who told me the fitting would take an hour, took two and still didn’t finish. And the fingerprinting was a hoot. They couldn’t ‘find’ my prints for the FBI. Turns out the older we get the fainter they get (at least we don’t have to worry about cellulite).
Again, what should have taken 10 minutes took 35!
Still I made it to the City Limits Diner exactly at 12:30, so I missed the opportunity to call and learn that you were sitting across town waiting for me.
Don’t worry; we’ll make it work. And by Friday you’ll have lots to tell me about your new Writing Project.
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