Monday, February 7, 2011

Expectation is dinner in Holland MI; reality is Twinkies at the Wesco and leftovers at Wilboterria, Mile 7930.

I've been helping a person out of a jam and that's involved driving
that person down to Holland twice, Saturday and tonight, Monday night.
Tonight, I wanted to have dinner down in Holland after that business
finished up. Alas, that person had eaten dinner before hand and I
could not imagine any torture greater than trying to enjoy a meal
while my dining companion twiddled fingers. To hide my disappointment,
I suggested we look for a spot between Holland and Saugatuck on US-31
North, the way back, knowing full well nothing was open between
Holland and Grand Haven. And so we arrived in Grand Haven where I
could just say shucks and pack it in. My companion could just go home,
which was not an undesirable outcome to my companion's mind. And so I
am outside as Wesco Gas Station in Fruitport, considering glazed
doughnuts. I must communicate better in the future.

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