I know you can be a bit of a prick sometimes, but rarely can I accuse you of rudeness. Unfortunately, today is one of those times.
Yesterday, you offered to have dinner with me tonight, knowing I had to return to your area (1.5 hour drive) this afternoon. My appointment was at 1:30 and finished shortly thereafter. I had planned on spending a little time at Disneyland before heading home, but not more than a couple hours, and was not tied to those plans until I committed to having dinner with you (at your suggestion, you might remember). When my appointment ended early, the thought did occur to me to cancel my plans with you and drive back up to LA before rush hour started - but I didn’t, because we had plans, and you might have turned down other engagements because of them.
Now, I’m perfectly okay with your REASONS for flaking. No one understands the strains of an empty wallet like I do, after all. But if you had decided so early on that you could not afford to eat out, would it have been all that much trouble for you to CALL ME and let me know? I find it most offensive that you waited until I called you to tell me.
It would be unreasonable for me to expect you to know that I have other things I could have been doing, however, it’s unkind of you to assume that I don’t. As a matter of fact, I skipped investing club to have dinner with you. I don’t mind skipping meetings to have dinner with a good friend, but I do mind skipping meetings when I DON’T have dinner with a friend. And since you waited until I called rather than dragging that tiny penis of yours over to a phone to call me earlier, I got home just in time to have exactly missed the entire meeting.
So you had to skip your investment club meeting to have dinner with a friend who didn’t show because he couldn’t afford it after you casually spent a couple hours at Disneyland. Pardon me while I wipe the tear from my eye.
True it was rude, but hardly worth a rant (and a lame one at that). If your buddy is so damn poor treat him for once.
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I’m a student. I’m FREAKING poor! I go to investment club meetings to learn about investing so that in the future I will not be FREAKING poor. I’m so broke that said friend is more likely to have to pay for me than the other way around, so please, cry me a damn river. I don’t use my current lack of funds as an excuse not to receive a financial education. Also note that HE suggested having dinner tonight, not ME.
I don’t have a problem with his being broke. I have a problem with him waiting until I called HIM before he cancelled dinner. His telling me he intended to stay home this evening did not include anything remotely resembling an invitation to drive the 1/2 hour back down to his house, which I would gladly have done to accommodate, being pretty damn short of cash myself.
Investment clubs are for people with too much free time. Go buy yourself an index fund instead.
Then, many years down the road, use the returns to take all your friends out to dinner and tell them what big assholes they are. (Over some really expensive wine, of course.)
I am very intolerant of people who waste my time. People who wouldn’t steal money from me will steal bits and pieces of my life away without any thought. Be that being late, or just not showing up, or anything else that prevents me from doing something that I want to do. I’m with you Morrigoon.
