Last weekend, my one (chubby) (Thai) ex-coworker texted me out of the blue that she wanted to bring me this new special dish from the (Thai) restaurant where I used to work before it disappeared from the menu, her treat.
And, she specified that she could meet me either that day or the next on her break, and I said that day, and so we arranged to meet in front of the local library, and I also told her that I had saved $25.75 in quarters for her, since she always saves them up for her coin-operated washer and dryer where she lives.
As I walked up the street, then, what do I see but her coming from the opposite direction on an electric bike, and we wave at each other and she pulls over in front of the library and gets up off of her bike and stands next to it as I cross over from the other side of the street to come meet her, and we hug each other and then she hands me a bagged parcel with the food and I pull out a Ziploc bag of quarters to give her, as she makes change for me from a billfold that she pulls out of her pocket or from her purse or wherever.
And, she starts to laugh and,is like, "We look like drug people," she observes.
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