Dinner with a Hostage Negotiator

Gettin Weird Chapter 13.

Why am I so nervous? This is just Wally and a couple of yuppies. But the truth is that I’ve tied and re-tied my tie, actually both the ties I own, going back and forth between them over and over, about twenty times, right up ‘til the moment that a big black Mercedes pulls up in front of my house and toots the horn. 

As I’m heading out the door Mom says, “Have fun, Honey.” 

I force a smile but happy is about the furthest thing from how I feel; I’m sweating from nerves, and worried that the armpits on this stupid shirt are gonna get all wet and soaked-through ugly.