Waiting

Right after work, I called Lisa to meet up with me at Friday's to eat dinner and chitchat. I was starving, and I didn't want to go home just yet. Besides, it was just my mom who was at home. Everyone else was too busy to eat together anymore. I finally decided on the closest location for us both. I sent her a text, "The one on 59th." She responded ten minutes later, "Ok." That means she is busy at work, and she will probably take forever to come, and until we order our food and wait for it, I will die of starvation. "How long will it take you to get there?" No response. I was stuck in traffic anyways, so she can take her time. Fifteen minutes later, I was on the highway heading to my destination, which felt like millions of miles away to my growling stomach.

She patiently waited for me. For anyone. The food was ready. She knew the type of food I loved, and how I liked it prepared. She didn't have to ask me anymore. She was beginning to look at her watch every couple of minutes. The time was going by so slow. She must have been thinking that I could be coming in any moment now. The sadness was visible in her tired eyes. She has been patient for so long, and she wasn't about to give up.

I blasted the radio to forget about my hunger. I sang aloud, and kept checking my phone. No response from Lisa yet. What happened to her? I hope she doesn't make me wait long. I kept thinking how much I hate waiting! Well, maybe she is already there and forgot to text me back.

The food was getting cold. She regretted not waiting a little longer. She was scared that I would start complaining about the food being cold. I never thought I was so selfish.

"59th and Bell here I come!" I said when I was literally two minutes away. I saw Lisa's car already parked in front of TGIF. I walked in, and asked for Lisa's table. The handsome waiter looked around and looked at his list. He seemed confused and said that he would be right back. He came back, "Are you sure she is already here?" I wasn't. So, I called her twice. She didn't pick up. Maybe that wasn't her car. I decided to wait for another five minutes. My phone finally vibrated, "Hey, girl sorry! I just left work. I will be there in 15 minutes. Order our food already. Choose anything with chicken for me." That was okay with me.

My mom couldn't wait any longer as her tear plummeted on the table with the empty chairs. She left the food untouched and headed to bed.

(Not a true story I promise! And, I am wondering if this works as a braided story??)