|I did not take this picture at lunch.|
So she came out to my office and we drove to lunch. Or so I thought. We got in the car and I suggested the same place we went to eat twice before--I know Erica's a creature of habit and likes the familiar. So when I suggested the place, I was surprised when Erica said, "Eh, we've been there before. Let's go to Yogurtland." "For lunch?" I asked, sputtering, like she suggested we go get a bowl of steaming dog poop. "Sure," she said, bubbly. There was a Yogurtland nearby, so we drove there. As we got close, we passed a Market City Cafe. "Oh look! Market City Cafe! I love them!" Ah, I thought, we'll get some real lunch!
"Yes," I replied, "it's right across the street from Yogurtland. See?" Erica saw the Yogurtland. "Oh, good! There it is. So we don't have to go to Market City Cafe!" Ugh. So we parked. I obliged her penchant for frozen yogurt (or, as my kids say, froyo). We talked. We laughed. We eye-rolled. And we caught up.
It was a wonderful lunch and was a great opportunity to reconnect. But...frozen yogurt for lunch? Really, Erica???