“What do you mean by a bake sale promotion? Why would I want to meet her at a bake sale?”

“Hey, how would I know? You’re the one who sent an email with a bake sale so I simply assumed you wanted to meet her there or something like that.”

Bruce face palmed and sighed as he desperately wished he could reach through the phone and whack Maurice on the head with a baseball bat.

“No, Maurice,” Bruce sighed, “I did not send her a bake sale email. I sent her an email with my location.”

“Well, why didn’t you just say that then? I thought you developed a sweet...