​​Chapter 55 Pick Up

Owen pulled over to the side of the road, looking at his phone with confusion. He saw a man who was still talking an evening, although his outfit suggested that he was supposed to be taking an evening jog instead. He got out of the car as the man approached. "Hello, sir. Good evening." On closer inspection, he could see that the man was quite elderly. So, he let go of the sentiment in his mind. Walks were fine for older people, and the young ones had the gym all to themselves. "Oh, call me David. Good evening. What can I do for you?" The man had an accent that sounded like Owen's grandfather's to him. But he wasn't going to ask anyway. "I'm so sorry, Mr David. My Google Maps isn't cooperating. I feel so embarrassed. Can you give me directions around here?" "Huh? Okay. Where do you wanna go?" He was a proper American through and through with that statement! Whatever accent Owen was hearing before died when Mr David used "wanna" in his speech. "I'm looking for 34 Oak Street. Elean