Out of the mouths...

I have a Craig's List transaction that will occur over on the "main land." The person I will be meeting is a bit north of my "baby" girl (who is 28). So, of course, I call said baby and ask where we should meet. The person I will be meeting suggests "Red Apple." Daughter has no idea where that is and suggests "GI Joes." (Do you see where this is going?) Respondent not only doesn't know where GI Joe's is, but hasn't a clue what it even is. Not only that, faithful trustworthy "Lee" hasn't a clue either. I find an address and plug it into Lee, and the smooth Aussie voice can only direct me to Hwy 9. (Houston we have a problem.) I quickly dash a note and mapquest directions to respondent. "Tis a sporting goods store; we will not end up enlisted." So, she, from the next town up from darling daughter, and I, who has always avoided the Everett area for personal reasons, are on a mission to somehow find each other at a place my GPS won't recognize. Neither of us has a clue what the other looks like or where in said parking lot we will meet. I drive a white mini truck, that looks just like all the other white mini trucks as it was a business vehicle in a previous life. Is this place in a multi business area? Do we meet in the back, unlit, area by the dumpsters to exchange the "goods?" Now I find that GI Joes, is no longer called that...now is just "Joes." So it has gone from an enlistment center to a greasy spoon. All is good. We will somehow find each other. I may have to put the dog cart together and wander around the parking lot much like an odd bag lady. Depending on where this "Joes" is, it might not attract much attention.



I love you, baby girl...

G2