Besides my new part time jobs of running an interview empire and amusing my therapist with my blog posts, I’ve been working with a writing partner on some screenplay ideas to pitch to a producer. Last night, my writing partner was over at my house, and we were getting hungry. It was around seven o’clock and Sophia said she was going to be at the gym until nine o’clock.
“Let’s not wait for her. Let’s go eat.”
I took him to one of the many fast food Japanese places nearby.
Half into our meal, the woman from behind the counter came over to our table.
“Are you Neil?” she asked.
“Yes.” I said, confused.
“Your wife is on the phone.”
I went to the front counter where the owner gave me the phone.
“Sophia?” I asked.
“You forgot your phone at home.”
“What?… how did you know I was here?”
“I just figured that this is where you would take him. I called up and asked to speak to the tall customer with messy hair and glasses.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing. I’m just leaving early and wanted you to order me some sushi. I’ll be there in a few minutes”
“You called for that?! I still don’t get it. There are hundreds of restaurants I could have gone to. How did you know I was here?”
Twenty minutes later, Sophia was sitting with us and telling us a story about the time she lived in Israel. She needed to ask her boyfriend a question. Unfortunately, he was in the Israeli Army at the time, at some top-secret camp in the desert. Sophia made a few calls and inquiries. A few hours later a member of the Israeli Army ran to Sophia’s boyfriend, who was in the middle of doing military exercises. The soldier was carrying a cranked-up military telephone in the middle of the desert.
“It’s your girlfriend,” he said.
Attention, U.S. Government — I think we need to put Sophia on the job of finding Bin Laden.