Dear Friend-I-Will-Never-Make-A-Lunch-Date-With-Again,
I missed you at lunch today. I went to the restaurant that we had verbally confirmed twice last week, and waited for 25 minutes. Then i decided to go ahead and order, just in case you were 30 minutes late. I ate lunch by myself, with none of my eating-out-by-myself armor, such as a book to read or something else to keep myself occupied. I looked, i am sure, exactly like what i was – a woman who has been stood up for lunch.
While i hope nothing bad has happened to you, it is far, far more likely that you simply forgot. (Or blew me off. Although surely you would have called if you had remembered and just couldn’t do it today. Right? So you probably forgot.) Well, it doesn’t make me feel all that special to know that i am forgettable. Now, i get that we’re not super close, and i’m not a particularly special person in your life. But, this lunch was your idea in the first place. YOU invited ME.
My time is worth something to me. I could have been at the gym. Or working through lunch so i could leave work early in order to do some last minute shopping. Or having lunch with a friend who actually bothered to show up. But no, i was stuck alone in downtown Cary with a bad salad.
XOXO,
podrey
December 22nd, 2008 7:43 pm
Sorry, Audrey. I got stood up for breakfast this week, too. But I called my friend and demanded (j/k) that she get her ass out the door, and then she had me order for the both of us and picked up the tab when she finally got there. Almost made up for the fact that she forgot me (not quite). But then, my sausage gravy did not disappoint, and I had an EW with me. Sorry your salad sucked.
December 22nd, 2008 9:01 pm
WAS IT ME???