A friend calls. She doesn’t say hello, just gets right to it.
“Are you standing in front of a dental clinic right now?”
“I don’t know.”
“I think you are.”
I look around. Turns out my laundromat is next to a dental clinic. Turns out I’m not that observant.
“Ok, I am. This is creepy. How do you know that?”
“I’m looking at you right now.”
She waves from across the street. No longer creepy.
Suddenly, it’s delightful. Sure, it’s nice to bump into a friend out and about, but it’s even better bumping into a friend who makes you feel as though you’re in a thriller. Not a great thriller, because great thrillers don’t take place outside a laundromat on Burbank. But still, a solid thriller for a Wednesday morning.