Take My Address

As customer came by yesterday. Yay me! Customers by and large are good.

He had a reasonably quick repair, so I elected to do it while he waited. He also wanted a colleague to meet him at my Shop for whatever purpose. "What's this address, Cosgriff?

"4850 Rosa Parks."

"4450 Rosa Parks," he said into his phone.

I corrected, "No, 4850."

"44850," he instructed his buddy.

"No, Four Eight Five Zero." I explained precisely.

"4050," he told his phone.

Forget it, I thought. Let them find each other. 

I fixed his machine, took his money, and he left. Without his friend.

Whatever.