7 The Gang That Wouldn’t Write StraightThe next morning, I woke to the sound of ducks quacking. Ollie’s personalized ring tone. I picked up before Saga.
“Hello, Ollie.”
“Hi, Chan. I was thinking we should all get together and compare notes. This app is amazing, but there have been a few surprises.” He sounded happy, so I guessed the surprises were not disastrous.
“Okay, I’ll text Feinman and Charlie. How about the White Spot at Park Royal? I feel like a big breakfast. Plenty of free parking there.” Almost everywhere in Vancouver, you pay through the nose for parking, but not in West Vancouver, a separate municipality across the Lion’s Gate bridge. We set a time, and then I sent the texts. Both were available. That’s the advantage of friends who lack day jobs.
When I arrived at the Whi
