2019-06-01 - They Both Met The Same Person

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : I just met a mental patient on a bridge. Your day going any better?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : I stole some donuts from the cop shop and a PO drove me to the diner.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : You stole donuts and got a free ride to the grizzly? You wanna be a godsend and grab me a bacon sandwich to go?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : Sure did. He knew my name, too. And he's new. I told him not to believe any rumors, because they've been flying lately. Says he hasn't heard any. Like I believe that. Double bacon, yeah. Bread and egg?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : The old firehouse ladies didn't even share with him? Can he be trusted? If he drives you somewhere alone, mace first, ask questions later. Double bacon, bread, egg, grated cheese,

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : Rye or white or wheat? Also we already had the serial killer/body dump conversation and it went okay. I don't think he would commit the perfect murder, so I'm probably fine.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : wholewheat. I can pretend I'm being healthy. Also if he commits a terrible murder you're still dead and that's a problem since I left some stuff at your place and if you're not letting me in I'm pooched.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : I'm getting two, one with rye. I could kneecap a bison and gnaw its face off today, I'm so hungry. He's not going to murder me. He looks like a poster child for fine and upstanding.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Get as many as you like as long as one's for me. Also come on how many murderers were reported by their neighbours after their capture as 'fine and upstanding we never would have expected'

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : They have morons for neighbors, frankly. You can always tell. Yes, I got yours, double bacon.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : For all I know, so does that guy. And you're a girl after my own heart.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : About this mental patient on a bridge...

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Did you just italics me? What about them? Little loopy, that's all. Anyone who sings ring around the rosie to themselves sometimes is.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : Yes, yes, I did.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : <After a sizeable delay> Okay so uh. Little lost. I -think- I know where the diner is from here, but I might be a little on the late side. DON'T. EAT. MY. SANDWICH.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : No promises. It's the bacon or the cake. Where are you?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : 'Huckleberry Mobile Homes'. I think I've just gotta go west. East. One direction.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : Huckleberry? Seriously? I have NFC where that is. GL, my friend.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : Headed out now. Meet me at mine if you're un-lost before 8. I'll put your sandwich in the oven on the warmer.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : WHY ARE THERE WOLVES

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : Climb a bloody tree and use your satellite phone to call a chopper, man!

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : That was a joke, right?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : You're not dead, right?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : I'll tell you when I'm at yours. Remember to tell the guard guy about me?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : Yeah, Vinnie or George or Carl or whoever is fully informed.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : If you find yourself nearby a shop, I'm out of unsweetened vanilla almond milk.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : 👍

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : <3