I hate being late and yet often am. It rarely ends up causing me much distress, but they run a tight ship at the West Hollywood Scrabble Club. When they say the first game starts at 5:45, you can bet both blanks on it.

So here I sit, alone at a board, awaiting another latecomer –unlikely, as I seem to be the only new regular they have; the only one yet to learn this lesson. It could be an hour before I get matched up with anyone and besides that would be for game #2. My stats and record are all messed up.

Should I just leave? What else could there possibly be to do on a beautiful summer evening in Southern California than be inside a community center playing a board game? I can’t think of a one.

Game on!

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