Wedding on Friday

Posted by on Jun 25, 2017 in Prose | 0 comments

My phone rings. I answer it. It’s my mechanic.

“You know how we were talking about working on your car on Friday?” he says.

“Yeah,” I say.

“Well, I forgot my son was getting married on Friday.”

“That’s no problem. We can do it another time then.”

“No, we can still work. I just need to knock off around noon or so.”

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