The test took the time it took and by the time it was over, it was time for lunch.
So me and the Mariner headed to our version of hospital food. Surrounded by every language in the book - Brooklyn, Long Island, French - we ate and kibbitz with the "maitre d'" (which I don't know how to say in Yiddish) and by the time the Mariner got back from the bathroom, said Maitre and me had found out we grew up down the street from one another and his friend still lived in the Quartchyard.
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Somedays it seems like you can't go anywhere without running into some one you knew once upon a time. (usually on days when you'd rather not)
LOL! so true so true! Not in this case but in so many others.
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