The pre-weekend party-planning phone call
blew up in my face quite nicely tonight.
"You coming out Saturday?"
He's a regular, it seemed like a given.
"Can't. Waking up early for my sister's graduation party."
It wasn't intended to be a dig in the ribs, but it was.
"Have fun with that."
I meant it.
"Yeah."
I think he did, too.
And hey, if you're going to shoot me
have the courtesy to use good ammunition.
I hope your compass works better than mine.
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