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Scene: an office building in downtown Los Angeles
The No Pants Train Ride was coming up and the suited gent had not given me back my dad’s shirt. You can kind of gather some things about the details here. A night of passion in me wearing one of my very corporate dad’s old hand me downs that never made it to Goodwill and it… just sort of stayed in his room.
“Get that back to me please. I wouldn’t care if it wasn’t my dad’s in the first place.”
“I promise I will.”
Weeks passed. Conversations had. The shirt never made a cameo.
The time had come.
“Hey I really need to get that. It’s been weeks. You said you were going to get it cleaned and get it to me even when I was still there. I think you’ve had more than enough time.”
“I can do that. When did you want to come by?”
“Actually I want you to bring it to my work. It’s not far and I know you’re not working anyway..”
“Sure I can do that. I can get it to you today.”
“I’ll leave in about five minutes. What are your cross streets again? Grand and [redacted]?”
“No. Grand and [redacted].”
It then got busy here. I was working on a project and manually generating invoices. It was something I hadn’t had to do here previously.
“Sorry. I’m going to need a minute. It got busy at work.”
“Well I can come by after I have lunch with my dad if that works too.”
I don’t trust him not to flake. He’s a habitual flaker. And again, I don’t trust him. He’s had plenty of time. I wanted to wear that shirt on Sunday. I needed to get it washed still. It would take all of five minutes to get things done.
I told my boss.
“I need a few minutes. I have someone dropping something off. I can come right back. Is that ok?”
I went downstairs to the lobby and waited. I don’t like this at all. I was nervous that he would try and pull some cute move on me as if things hadn’t happened, and, had he been genuine it might have been different. I just didn’t need the gloss over it. I had made my decision.
“I’m pulling up to the side now. I see you!”
Deep breath Jen. It’ll all be over in five minutes.