I’m readjusting to Seattle again.
I craved sushi all morning, but time crunch meant I should head over to Blue C for takeout. Not ideal, but felt like it’d be the same cost as picking up a pacifier at the PCC deli. On my way out, I noticed this, then noticed Ian’s truck (with his “Toucan Do It!” sticker — the name of his boat, too) stopped behind a 31 metro bus. I rapped on his side window and we lunched in front of the PCC. My attempt at time-saving didn’t pan out, but that’s not more important than dining with friends!