It seemed like an okay plan. Kathleen and her boyfriend Erik were driving up from Laguna Niguel for the Pasadena Jazz Festival and wanted me to meet them. Being wishy-washy, I didn’t commit right away, and we decided to hook-up via cell phone on Saturday.
Well, Saturday came and I missed her call, but no problem, right? That’s what cell phones are for. Kath said she’d leave hers on.
Around three o’clock I checked Yahoo for directions and current traffic conditions and figure it’d take me about an hour. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking—trusting Yahoo was dumb. The directions were fine, but a two-car fender bender lengthened my journey to an hour-and-a-half.
Anyway, being a whiz at following directions (didn’t even write ‘em down!) I found the place (near the Rose Bowl), parked, paid my forty bucks to enter and called Kath.
Uh-oh. Straight to voicemail. Right about then, misgivings set in.
Nevertheless, she’d said she keep checking, right? So, I figured it was just a matter of time before she’d discover I was there.
Time for plan B.
Okay, so how hard could it be to find one of the twenty or so white faces among thousands of black ones? And, if I kept moving, wouldn’t she see me?
Turns out the answer is no.
I bought a beer, hiked around the place for almost two hours, and never found her. By that time, I was exhausted so I located my car and drove home.
Lesson: Always have your cell phone on vibrate.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment