I was on my way to meet my friend Anne to go watch Black Butler at the mall theater. Did my work, finished a little earlier than expected, took the train, and walked to a mall.
Notice that I only mentioned “a mall”. All this time I was thinking I got there with time to spare. So she messages to meet near the entrance of a coffee shop. Went there, no her. Went to the other side (the doors of the shop lead both in and out of the mall itself), still no sign. I messaged her that I was already there. A minute later, she messages that she’s in that same place where we were supposed to meet up. I look around, and over to the opposite door. She wasn’t there. I message her. She replied telling me the name of the mall. … Oh. In some sense, we were in the same place. Same shop name, same part of the shop, different mall.
It was around 50 minutes before the movie starts. And I was in a hurry to get there at the beginning of the Friday rush hour. I made it with around 10 minutes before the movie started. Whew!
The two malls didn’t even look alike. I was just so used to meeting her there I assume it’s that place whenever we plan to meet in that area. At least we got to start the movie. But I did have to settle for a hot dog on a stick instead of putting more thought into my movie snack.