The Continuing Adventures of "Salad Boy"
He was sick towards the end of week before last, so I didn't get to see him. Neither did he call my cell phone, which I kept meticulously charged for just such an occasion. I didn't see him again until last Tuesday, when I added this little tidbit to my collection of facts about him: after he was a kindergarten teacher, he played professional volleyball for a number of years. (That's what he was doing in Miami.) When it was time for me to go that day, he made a point of giving me his number.
Interestingly enough, when I went in the next day, Steve wasn't there, but his manager came up to me. He said, "I have something for you, from Steve." That was the last thing I expected him to say. He handed me Steve's phone number, and said, "Give him a call." (I kept my mouth shut about already having his number.) I'm guessing Steve must have given this guy his number to give to me the week before or something. How delightfully middle-school. :)