Our old Improv troupe is restarting. After dinner I drove out to the specified practice location.
The street I drove on didn't go through.
I got there. I was the only one there. Well, except for two cleaning ladies.
Turns out it was canceled. Turns out the leader left me a message to that effect. Turns out my wife accidentally deleted that message without first listening to it.
Plenty of reversals,
No rehearsal.
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