I’ve got this friend. We were supposed to meet late this morning around ten. To his credit, he did call and say he was going to be a little late. In my book, being hours late is not being a little late.
I never learn with this guy. In the years I’ve known him, I don’t think he has ever been on time with me for anything. Still I keep the faith and hope he’ll be on time. So far it’s never happened.
Sometimes he forgets entirely. We were supposed to have a drink together around Christmas time, even picked out the day and time and bar. He didn’t call, didn’t even show up. I sat there for a damn hour waiting for him. I got so pissed about it; I have yet to even bring it up to him.
It’s impossible to plan anything around him because he can’t plan for anything himself. Can you tell how annoyed I am about this?
With friendships, you have to take the good with the bad I guess. I’d buy him a watch if I thought it would help.
For the record, I got finished writing this post without him showing up and interrupting me. Look at me, putting a positive spin on this. Of course words are easy to type.
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