I WAS UP AND READY early on Saturday morning. I paced my tiny box of a room. I sat on my bed, stood up, sat down, looked at my watch, stood up, and sat down again. Stuff it. I stood up once more. I crammed all my essentials into the pockets of my denim shorts. Lip balm, hanky, keys, phone, ID and ATM card. I hooked my sunnies on the front of my shirt and popped my hat on.
In an attempt to avoid perspiring as much as possible, I ambled to the front gate and arrived ten minutes before our agreed meeting time. I pressed myself against the fence, cramming as much of my body as I could into the small patch of shade. I ineffectively fanned myself with my ATM card. i***t. I shoved the card back in my pocket and used my hat. Waving that thing around worked up even more of a sweat. Maybe I should
