Stardust Motel
Girlfriend e-mailed, set up a lunch date. No big deal. I mean, nice looking lass, hot, and all that, but yeah, just lunch. Time was set for 11:30, place was set, Tex-Mex.
Quelle surprise, non?
“Pick me up?”
“Yeah, I’ll meet you there?”
“Sounds good.”
At 11:30 I was dressed and waiting. Ten minutes later, I get a text, “Where R U?”
Waiting on you to get me.
“Thought you’d meet us here.”
The Mercury message? Is it worth arguing that I was, indeed, correct, and that the “paper trail” bore out my agreed upon arrangements and that I was, indeed, due for a ride.
The question isn’t whether or not I was right, which I was, but whether I wanted to argue and be right? And walk home. Alone. In the cold. Or?
“OK Mr. Smart Guy, is it Mercury Retrograde?”
Yeah I’ll call it that.
