He wondered why his friend couldn’t just take him to lunch. Or maybe he was taking him to lunch. If it was, William knew he was going to be pissed. A blindfold isn’t needed to take someone to the Olive Garden. It wasn’t that nice of a restaurant.
He did like the breadsticks but they had gone down in quality in recent years.
“Left,” David shouted.
William braced for the left turn.
“We have a system now,” David said with a laugh.
William let out a deep breath.
It was going to be a long day.
William wished that he had stayed home. He had figured this would have been the worst birthday of his life so far. He was getting a divorce. His father had died. He assumed that it would only be his sister sending him a text wishing him happy birthday.
That changed when David called him the night before telling William that he’d be taking him to lunch for his birthday.
He should have said no.
He could be lying on the couch watching whatever was on PBS.
“We’re almost there,” David told him.
“I hope so,” the blindfolded captive responded.
After a few more turns, one of which David had failed to call out, the friends arrived at their destination.
“Keep the blindfold on,” David told him.