Got a text last night from a friend asking if Mike and I wanted to go to a delicious Mexican restaurant here in Boulder, Efrains. Having already made dinner plans with some other buddies (see last post about the Reese’s debacle), I couldn’t go.
So I didn’t respond to the texto.
However, on a different occasion, I’d planned to go to said restauranté only to find out it was closed on Sundays.
When I noticed the text, I distinctly remember thinking to myself, “Hmm, good luck eating there. That place is closed today.” I chuckled and deleted the message.
In retrospect it wouldn’t have been that difficult to tell Jess that I couldn’t go.
And it probably would have be thoughtful to advise her and her fiancé to pick a different dining option, thereby saving them the wasted trip.