Pensive

Mondo Bizarro

Even though I'd planned on doing it a little later in the day, on a whim, I just walked over to Not-Carl's Jr (HARDEES) to get a newspaper. As I was putting my change in, I heard a man behind me say, "Hey, I like your dog!" I turned around and there sat Bobby, my longtime friend Diane's boyfriend.  

"Bobby?!" I said, shocked as hell.

He stared at me for a minute and then said, "Tracy, is that you?!"

I had been trying to get in contact with Diane for the past two weeks, to no avail. Her line was always busy. He went into the restaurant to tell her I was outside. When she came out, we had a brief festive reunion and I gave her my phone number so she could call me, and I could tell her everything that's going on.

She's lived here longer than I have, and she has tons of connections, so I'm hoping she can put out some feelers for me a place to live.

Really, though, what are the chances? Diane and Bobby don't live in Duncan, they live in Spartanburg, approximate 15 miles away. What forces are at work that would lead me to go get a paper at that exact time, to find them there? It's a fast food joint, so the window of stumbling across them like that was minuscule! Surely, this is a bounty in disguise. I have to think that way. My other thoughts are not the healthiest in the world at the moment.

  • Current Location: Quality Inn
  • Current Mood: distressed distressed
  • Current Music: World's Dumbest on the telly
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