Corner of College and Bathurst
“Hey.”
“Hey, where are you?”
“I’m at College and Bathurst.”
“No, you’re not. I’ve been waiting here for 20 minutes and you’re not here.”
“Yes, I am. I’m at the Scotiabank.”
“No, you’re not. I went there and it’s closed. You’re not outside and you’re not indoors, either.”
“Yeah, I’m waiting outside the bank; at the west side of College and Bathurst.”
“No, you’re not. I’ve even gone back and forth, crossed the street and I haven’t seen you.”
“Can’t you see me?”
“No. There’s no one there. One corner has a bank. The other has a restaurant. The other one has a church of some kind and the last has a parking lot. You’re not at either.”
“I’ve been waiting here for 15 minutes, ever since the streetcar dropped me off.”
“Look, if this is some sort of game, I’m not playing it. I don’t have time for games.”
“You’re mad.”
“Yeah, I’m a little.” Pause for composure. “Hold on. Hold on. Walk to the corner and tell me the name of the intersection.”
“Oh, ok.” Pause. “It’s Grace.”
“Grace isn’t Bathurst. Grace is, like, 10 blocks away from Bathurst.”
“Do you still want to meet?”
“Yeah. I do. I really need a drink right now.”
“Hey, where are you?”
“I’m at College and Bathurst.”
“No, you’re not. I’ve been waiting here for 20 minutes and you’re not here.”
“Yes, I am. I’m at the Scotiabank.”
“No, you’re not. I went there and it’s closed. You’re not outside and you’re not indoors, either.”
“Yeah, I’m waiting outside the bank; at the west side of College and Bathurst.”
“No, you’re not. I’ve even gone back and forth, crossed the street and I haven’t seen you.”
“Can’t you see me?”
“No. There’s no one there. One corner has a bank. The other has a restaurant. The other one has a church of some kind and the last has a parking lot. You’re not at either.”
“I’ve been waiting here for 15 minutes, ever since the streetcar dropped me off.”
“Look, if this is some sort of game, I’m not playing it. I don’t have time for games.”
“You’re mad.”
“Yeah, I’m a little.” Pause for composure. “Hold on. Hold on. Walk to the corner and tell me the name of the intersection.”
“Oh, ok.” Pause. “It’s Grace.”
“Grace isn’t Bathurst. Grace is, like, 10 blocks away from Bathurst.”
“Do you still want to meet?”
“Yeah. I do. I really need a drink right now.”
Authored by S at 12:00 am
7 Comments:
At least there was a street sign to eventually set it right! Those are few and far between back home.
Thats so funny!!! Thank goodness he was still up to meet...
It's a Play in one short act.
lmao
Its a great short story/ ad. sell it! lol
Now that's a mix up.
Hahaha Thats sooo funny! COOL BLOG MAN! VEry unique!!
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