ATM

Was late cause of almost beating Rob in foosball.
The phone was vibrating and anxious sighs was heard from downstairs.
We’re late.
Rushing down and jump into the taxi and off to Thai House, a spotlessly hidden place between lanes and behind houses.
No, no, no, only cash, they greet us.
Quick you grab our table and I find an ATM, my decisions were as fast as they were bad.
Rambling around block after block, people could easily mistake me for a sweaty renegade on thee loose, that desperate shiny stare was my biggest giveaway I reckon.
Finally got back and was cheered from four Swedes, a Chinese and two Dutch as I joined our table an hour after schedule.
For a moment I felt like the athlete one might finally be recognized as.