Where the hell are you? I'm waiting 45 minutes in a soaking rain here. No call, no text. I could have had someone else pick me up. People like me. They give me massages.
You never laugh at my jokes. My humorous essays have been published. I have a well respected blog. You are a dog walker. You ramble when you talk.
I am a quality person full of compassion. I would never let you stand in the rain. My battery is running low, so I will click off.
Wait. A text. What?? I specifically said Randolph Street, not Rudolf Street. Maybe I got the two mixed up. I'm human.
So you're on your way. I'm right here on the corner without an umbrella, getting soaked.
Did you pick up beer?
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