Trixie sat at the kitchen table, working her way through her astronomy homework. Fortunately for her, astronomy had turned out to be an interesting science class that fulfilled basic requirements in college. She heard her cell phone ping, indicating that she had a new text message. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out her phone. She quickly read the message from Bobby.

Don't forget to pick me up after baseball practice!

Trixie smiled as she typed in a quick ok.

Bobby was playing club baseball and he was very good. He loved his coach and never hesitated to do anything extra for the team. Trixie’s phone pinged again. She glanced at the message that was again from Bobby.

Can you pick me up a little latte?

Trixie stared at the odd request.

"When did Bobby start drinking coffee?" she wondered.

Shrugging, she typed sure and then returned to her astronomy homework.

She finished that assignment and started on her statistics homework, all while keeping an eye on the clock. She was almost done with her statistics assignment when she noticed that it was time to pick up Bobby.

"Gleeps," she groaned. "I was hoping to get this done."

She grabbed her purse and got into her car. As she drove down Glen Road, she remembered Bobby’s request for a small latte so she stopped at the small coffee shop in town and got him one. She also got herself a chai tea. Pulling up to the practice field, Trixie sat in her car, sipping her drink while she watched Bobby practice his pitching.

"Come on, Bobby. I’ve been waiting here thirty minutes," Trixie muttered to herself.

Bobby continued to pitch balls to the catcher, oblivious to Trixie’s growing irritation.

Finally Bobby gathered up his gear, stowed it, and came over to Trixie’s car He tossed his bag in the back seat and climbed into the front one.

"Bobby," Trixie fumed, "Don’t you think it is rude to keep me waiting 30 minutes while you practice?"

"Why did you come so early?" he asked. "Didn’t you get my message?"

"Of course I did. But I didn’t appreciate waiting 30 minutes. By the way, here is your latte."

Bobby stared at her at the cup that Trixie held out to him.

"Why did you bring me this?"

"Bobby, your message said, 'can you pick me up a little latte?'" Trixie pulled up the message and held out her phone so Bobby could see it.

Bobby read the message and began to laugh.

"No, the message is supposed to say, 'pick me up a little late'," Bobby shook his head, "That stupid autocorrect."

"So I assume you don’t want the latte?" Trixie asked, clearly annoyed

"Maybe. Will my answer affect whether or not I have a ride home?" asked a grinning Bobby.