Story Sent in by Kent:
Shelia was late for our date. Too late. I called her up as I sat alone like a moron in a restaurant booth.
She picked up the phone as if she had completely forgotten about our date. "Hey, what's up?"
I asked her, "Are you on your way?"
"On my way where?"
I sighed and asked her, "Remember our date?"
A pause, then, "Yeah."
I said, "Remember that it's supposed to be... now?"
Another pause, then, "Yeah."
"Good, so we're so far two for two. I'm here waiting for you."
She said, "Yeah, I just got caught up in reading my favorite blog. I'll be there soon."
"We were supposed to meet a half-hour ago."
"Yeah. I just hafta get dressed and I'll be there."
I sighed again. "Fine."
"...once I'm done reading."
My turn to pause, but mine was in amazement, not stupidity. I asked, "Why not stop reading it and just come right here?"
She said, "Eww. Whatever, Mr. Controlling," then hung up on me.
I can only hope that she's making some other guy's life a similar pleasure.
In her defense, the blog might have been A Bad Case of the Dates. In that case, finishing her reading would be not only justifiable, but absolutely NECESSARY.
ReplyDeleteOp sounds a bit dick-ish. Too dick-ish.
ReplyDeleteWhy do you hope she makes some other guy's life miserable? Why not hope some dude makes HER life miserable?
ReplyDeleteI agree, Steve. Why should another guy have to suffer? Good point. And wolf, I was totally gunna say that.
ReplyDeleteOh and OP, just for future reference, another response to:
ReplyDelete"Yeah. I just hafta get dressed and I'll be there." could be:
"Don't bother." Just a suggestion...
Or you can go home, but still see if you can get her to head there and realize that you are gone.
ReplyDeletelol. That's a good one!
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