So, I'm walking around Sparks Street searching for my boyfriend, who doesn't have a phone. Yeah, he's old school. Anyway, I'm searching for him because he's not at the meeting place we picked earlier today. He's late. And not a little late. He should've been there more than an hour ago. I'm getting worried and also maybe getting ready to get mad at him as I'm thinking maybe he took off.
Anyway, I'm walking around and run into this older woman. She makes a comment about the being too many illegals. I'm thinking she's talking about refugees and give her a strange look. She then says that no one respects stop lights anymore and just walk illegally. These illegals are everywhere. The term she should've been using was jaywalkers. I figure she'll get herself into trouble someday with that, but I continued on my way.
I had to give up looking for the boyfriend and contact his family. He eventually strolls into the bar we were going to after the meetup point.
There were multiple places all nearby and he was at the wrong one.
All the worry and anger for nothing. I could've flipped out at the woman or him and been wrong on both accounts.
Life is funny like that sometimes.