Close call

So, Craig Dobson, Steph, and I thought we were the luckiest people yesterday because we got to take off in the late afternoon yesterday on Labor Day. We actually saw sunshine. We got down to the Craft Market by the National Theatre. The woodwork was amazing. Steph bought a "masterpiece" (we think he meant "one-of-a kind") for a total steal.

We even got to take a nap before heading to Le Chateau for dinner. The food was great. The ambiance was better, except for the obnoxious European man sitting across from us who would signal to the servers by clapping his hands or beckon them with one finger.

Doreka, our Good Samaritan representative, had called a cab for us, and told us that a man named Dennis was coming in a bit to pick us up. We waited for a while and a car finally pulls up in front of the restaurant. Each of us thought it odd that the windows were all tinted black. We asked if he was Dennis and he said yes. So we all got in.

We drove for a bit but something felt odd. Maybe it seemed we were going in circles. Anyways, Doreka calls to tell us that Dennis was waiting at the restaurant for us. Steph told her ta ht we were already in the car with Dennis. And soon it dawned on us that the driver was not sent by Doreka, but somehow he knew where we were to pick us up and he knew that we were working at Mulago Hospital. He finally dropped us off at home intact to our relief.

Steph and I think he intended to kidnap us. Craig D thinks he may have overheard that we needed a ride and came before Dennis to earn some extra cash. Either way, it was scary to think how vulnerable we are.

But alls well that ends well. We were in our PJs for some time before the poor OR team came home from the hospital at 11:30 PM.

Uyen