I nodded again without looking up and added, “They own a big lobster, crab, and shrimp restaurant in…” I couldn’t bring myself to say the name of the city again.
“When?” he asked sounding choked up.
“Friday,” I said huffing and puffing.
Gary didn’t reply, he just went inside ‘The Shack’ and was banging around the equipment like I’d never known him to do. He came out with a surf board under each arm and something between his teeth. He dropped the yellow and green banana board next to me, took the sign from his teeth and hung it on the front of ‘The Shack’. The sign read, ‘Will Be Back When I Get Damn Good And Ready!’ I’d seen the sign before, but it was still funny.
“But I don’t have my trunks?” I said.
“And since when has that stopped you before?” He said in a ‘so what’ sort of way.