I had plans to meet friends for dinner after closing the outfitters. When I asked Mindy where I should meet up with them she said, “cheap.” I gave her a thumbs up. Something inexpensive sounded ideal.
I left work at seven and called Mindy. No answer. I wrote and said, “Where shall I meet you?”
No answer. I knew there was chatter and happy houring going on.
I started walking down Howard Ave to check some of the cheap places we had enjoyed together before. “Checking for my friends…” I said to the hostesses. After three places, I left after no luck finding friends.
I was about to give up at 7:30. And right before I crossed the street, I noticed an old brick building with faded cursive paint reading “Cheap.” It was an old cute diner named Cheap. How stupid.