“Err… Hi, it’s me.” I awkwardly rephrase, not wanting to lose my only lead. “How are you?”
“Who is this?” the voice answers. “Do you know what time it is?”
I chuckle to her, “Actually, no. I just woke up. Kind of. On a street corner.”
“Great.” A dial tone follows this last communication.
My sandwich comes. “Dumb, dumb, dumb…” I think as I reflexively sprinkle pepper over the plate.
Before I have a moment to wonder what else might come to me reflexively, a voice breaks my thoughts.
“So, did you have a late night or an early night?”
The man standing in front of my table is scruffy, wearing a comical red leather jacket, and smirking as if he knows something I don’t.
Squinting, I respond, “I’m not sure I understand the question.”