Predictions of a Frenemie
It’s winter and I am at Lush Food Bar for brunch.
One of the guys at our table says that he wants to move to Chicago, and I mention that I will likely move too.
That’s when one of the salty guys at our booth puts down his mimosa and says:
“Shut up about moving, Dennis. We all know you hate Minnesota, but you’re not moving anywhere. If you were going to move you would have done so already.”
Well, I guess he was wrong – The move to Dallas is happening tomorrow!
