Drove 45 minutes to a birthday cookout in Tacoma, got the "we moved it to Sunday" text in the driveway
I had a cooler with 12 brats and a lawn chair in the trunk, sitting outside Dan's place on North 21st, when my phone buzzed with the reschedule message. I sat there for a second feeling dumb, then drove to Point Defiance and ate two brats off a park grill with some random folks who let me share their picnic table. What do you all do with surprise free afternoons, go home or find something nearby?
12 brats in a cooler and Dan can't even bother to text before you hit I-5? Honestly that man owes you a full gas tank and a written apology. Good call on Point Defiance though, turning a dumb moment into free lunch with strangers is way better than driving home mad. I would've sat in that driveway for a solid five minutes just staring at my phone like it betrayed me. Your version of the story is way better than the one where you just go home and eat cold brats alone.