He phoned this morning as I was walking out the door to meet him. He'd bought a new fax machine and wanted to test it. He faxed me a pencil drawing and asked me to bring it with me. I waited for the fax to print and then raced out the door before something else could make me late.
It was a good thing I got a kind of early start, too, because as usual I missed a turn-off, got in the wrong lane, drove past the entrance to the restaurant, and ended up going several miles in the wrong direction before I could find a place to turn around. As usual? Yes, that happens every time I'm going somewhere new, also.
I did get there a few minutes before he did, but I waited in the car because the restaurant was closed. We'd managed to choose the only place in town that wasn't open for breakfast on Sunday. We made use of their parking lot anyway. He left his truck and I gave him a ride in my "new" car (which I've had since January but which he'd never seen).
As we drove along, I pointed out several places that were open, but he said, "We don't want to go there. We want someplace fun." When he did see a place he liked, I couldn't find the way in. I had to make a U-turn in the middle of the street and then go all the way around the block before I found a driveway which didn't quite connect to the restaurant directly.
Eventually I found my way through the maze and discovered the arrow that pointed to the restaurant parking lot. The worst part of all this was that I had to do all my swearing under my breath. I wouldn't want to blow my super-cool image in front of the Boss. (You know I'm not that cool, but he doesn't.)
All I wanted was a place that would start pouring coffee and not stop until I started twitching. And despite my earlier stomach problems, I was able to eat all the French toast they could pile up in front of me. I don't eat breakfast, but if I'm going to get up early on a Sunday morning, there might as well be some kind of reward involved.
I started getting nervous again after we finished eating. He wanted to sit and talk, and all I could think about was the fact that the tables all around us were filling up and soon the restaurant would have nowhere to put any more customers. He was yammering on about this and that; I stopped paying close attention after we'd finished the business we came for.
I thought we'd never leave, and I really wanted to get out of there. All that coffee.