We once made the mistake of going out for a crowded Mother's Day breakfast. Since then we have usually gone out a day or two before: more often than not for breakfast. These days, we can't go in to eat anywhere, so on Saturday, I opted to visit a local food truck — for supper this time. It is a new truck to the area, specializing in Italian food.
I had gone to a different truck on the previous Saturday. It had been busy, and it took almost a half hour to get the food and be on my way. Not knowing how long it would take this time, I promised to text the lovely one on the progress of the order.
This is what ensued. I think you will figure it out as you read, but I will clarify at the end regardless. Sue and I do have difficulty in communicating, but this set a new high — or perhaps a low.