It’s been a long day.

Ten hours at work.

Most of it spent standing in a little box of a room, babysitting a big cranky machine that is being cooled to 0 degrees Celsius (that’s freezing, literally) by a tank of liquid nitrogen. And thus freezing myself.

I was feeling pretty beat when I got the following texts:

From James: Indian food with Cars and I?

From John: Indian food. I already said we’re coming.

How is it that he knows exactly what I want after a day like today before even I know what I want?

Genius. Or ESP. Take your pick.

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