The short version is, I canned my other plans, took a really quick shower, jumped into minimal clothes and we rolled out into Friday evening traffic, headed for some address southwest of I-35E and I-20. The Wife had printed out a Google map and directions. She even offered to drive while I got back into finishing a good book.
As we were on the last leg of the 1+ hour drive in Metromess traffic, the seller texted her with a new meetup address "in the same neighborhood". Hmmmmmm. Condition Bright Yellow. Back to Google on the cell phone and ????? Then, shortly after driving past the original location and unable to readily locate the new street, she rolled down the window and asked an older lady walking down the side of the street if she knew where such and such street was. Nupe, wrong language.
With her head on a swivel and driving a bit deeper into the sunset in a rather dubious district in Desoto, The Wife suddenly said "You DO have a gun on you ...., right?" :-D "Ok, just checking."