The last time we went to see our friend in the hospital, we agreed we'd order pizza and treat him, since he'd done so much for us and deserved reciprocation. He was stubbornly polite, though, and kept trying to fork money over to us. In the end we “stole” his wallet (which wasn't all that hard to keep from him, since he was in a wheelchair) until the bill was paid, and ended up seeing a cool picture of him playing a guitar at a place that looked awfully familiar. I asked him where it was, and he gave me the name of none other than the coffee shop where I was invited to a cozy dinner.
Talk about a small world!
Talk about a small world!
