We left Tony yesterday. Accidentally, of course. But all of us, and it was a fairly full van, forgot that he was on in the morning. Luckily, Alison remembered as we were getting on the freeway. But, by the time that we could turn the van around Tony was gone. Sara went to look for him (as they work in the same building). After about five minutes, Tony came out and yelled at the driver (and apparently at Sara), complained that he had already called a cab and could not cancel it, and stormed off. Granted, he had every right to be angry, after all he was left behind. But, the whole thing reminded me how awkward we northwesterners are around conflict.
This was high vanpool drama.
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