When my friend Dorothy sent in a group text that she wanted to go out for her birthday, I couldn’t get out of it. Literally.
How do you get out of a group text?
The thing was dinging all day, and finally, I gave up and agreed to partake in dinner and drinks in Opelousas.
(For those who read my column last week, I know where Opelousas is now.)
Let’s meet at the restaurant at 7 p.m.
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