Memory

(TT and I have been sitting in Tim Horton's for about an hour and a half. All of a sudden:)

Me: Oh #$%!, @#$@!! Ah! $#@&

TT: (alarmed) What?!

Me: (seeing someone approaching) It's Gabe. We're going!

TT: Okay...

(We begin putting on our coats. Gabe enters)

Gabe: M! Hey, how's it going?

Me: (flustered) Good.

Gabe: What are you girls up to tonight?

Me: (panicking) Um, going home. Yep, that's what we're doing, we're going home now. Lots of homework...

TT: (calmly, taking charge) Nice to meet you, I'm T.

Gabe: Hey.

TT: (pulling me out) See you later.

Gabe: Bye.

Me: Bye.

(we get out of Tim Horton's and BURST into laughter)

TT: When you started panicking I thought that someone was coming in with a gun or something...

(After thanking TT for saving my bum a thousand times we had some other adventure. There seem to be too many to remember.)