By my own half-brother. grumble
No-show no-call. I came back to the office and checked the date/time of our arrangement, and indeed, it was today at 1 PM, and I had the right place, too.
He was a flake when he was a kid but I was kind of hoping he had grown out of it.
I had some tacos and came back. I left the girl a nice tip because she was very friendly.
Bah.
Any time you get to eat tacos is good! Sorry you got stood up though.
Well the tacos were good.
I’m not really sure how I am supposed to feel. I mean, I guess I’m supposed to be upset. I’m more kind of ‘meh’.
Since you’re not horribly upset, I’d say that one goes in the bank of how to interact with this person in the future, as in, 'No, sorry, I won’t meet you for lunch because you might not show up. Why don’t you come over to my house later?" so you don’t get left holding the bag with a flaky person.
Just for the record, that is really rude of him, though, even if you’re taking it in stride.
Oh, absolutely.
Well, get this one. I knew his (our) mom was already horribly flaky. I haven’t seen this kid for ten years. I say kid, but he’s 24 now (!!). So I had some suspicion, but I thought, hey, he has grown up. Plus we wrote back and forth on FB for about 10 days before we decided to meet up, and he always responded promptly!
I tried to call his cell too. No answer.
It’s entirely possible that there is a logical explanation.
It’s kind of like when you accidentally honk the horn on your car, but you have no way of communicating to the person ahead of you that you aren’t perturbed by them.
Maybe they aren’t quite the same, so I digress.
Is he OK? Not to be gloomy, but I’m reading one of those super-criminal murder mystery stories right now with unexplained disappearances that don’t end up well. Have you called the FBI?
Or perhaps he was pulled away from this earth by aliens like in The Forgotten? This one poor lady was yanked into the air by a giant invisible hand right in front of Julianne Moore!
Quite possiblly there is a logical explanation. I mean, I suppose he could have gotten into an accident, or something happened. I am reserving judgement…but that’s rather what cell phones are for.
Arnold Winkelried, he’s 24 - don’t the FBI not even care until he’s been gone for 48 hours? 
Ok then, a private investigator! You know how exciting getting involved with a private investigator can be! Make sure that he has venetian blinds on the window and a bottle of scotch in his desk drawer.
With a hat tilted back, feet on the table, and a general distrust of women, right? Until the right woman comes along? I am no blond bombshell but I am sure I can dye my hair!
But Usually the chick who goes to the hard-boiled PI is involved somehow. So You went to the Restaurant and sat there alone eating dinner? Seems awfully convenient to me, as though someone were purposefully establishing an airtight alibi.
Admit it!! you’re working for the Aliens aren’t you you dirty mole?
It has to be a fedora. Any other kind of hat just means he’s a shill.
Heh. My bro’s always been terrible about picking people up from the airport. He always has some ready excuse - My car broke down! Traffic was terrible! I was held up on base because of the national anthem! <Han Solo>It’s not my fault!</HS> - but he’s always just some off. Generally there within a half hour or so, but just slightly off.
So, I was studying abroad in Australia and made arrangements to meet my bro in New Zealand on one of our vacation periods. He flew in the day before me, so no worries, right? I step out of the “International Arrivals” terminal in Auckland into the receiving area at like 8 AM, look around expectantly, and no brother. Nowhere to be seen.
Bemused rather than upset, I head over to McDonald’s to get some breakfast and wait. And 15 minutes later, in he comes.
What can you do but laugh about it, hey?
Of course not! See, I am one of you. My name is Hugh Mann. Don’t worry!
Go for dark and sultry, instead. You’ll have more fun, and you won’t have to worry about a (possibly) bad dye job and having your roots show.
I didn’t think this sort of thing happened any more. Why didn’t you call him on his cell phone and find out what was happening?
Post 5, Anne.
That’s what you get when you arrange to meet a half-brother. Obviously the other half of him was otherwise engaged, so your half couldn’t make it. Next time arrange the date with the entire brother so there will be no scheduling conflicts.
Hah I just had that same thought last week. I put an update on facebook that I was going to start running and made a general invitation for anyone to join me. A notoriously flaky friend said she wanted to, so we made specific arrangements and I got my ass up 3 hours earlier than usual to meet her (we planned around her work schedule). She not only didn’t show, but didn’t call, text or leave a message on FB until late that night. I wasn’t shocked, but I was a little annoyed. I don’t care if she (and her boyfriend) flake out on really casual gatherings, but this was a specific plan.
So I give her another chance a couple of days later, she makes it and we go running. I tell her when I’m planning to run this week and she says it’s perfect, she’ll see me Monday. Early yesterday morning, and nothing from her. Whatever.
I like running alone, so it’s not a huge deal, but don’t make plans that cause someone to seriously adjust their schedule and then not show, repeatedly. It’s rude, whether it’s expected or not.