Saturday, May 19, 2018

Uncoordinated

"We'll meet you at the new waterfront," we told Josh, but after paying 20 dollars to park, he was no where to be found.

"I'm down by the water," he texted and then sent his location. He was by the water at the other new waterfront a mile and a half away. After some debate, we sent an Uber, because his account was unfunded since he was robbed at knifepoint a couple weeks ago. (Yes. That's another story.)

"I'll put Hank's Oysters as the destination," I told him, looking up at the big sign to my left, "and we'll meet you in front."

"I'm here!" he texted, except he wasn't. I checked the app. He had been dropped off at the restaurant's other location on Capital Hill.

I sent another Uber. 

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