I’ll Buy My Own Pancakes

So The Pilot came to town last week. Kinda odd as we hadn’t been ‘talking’ much. And by talking, I mean texting. And by ‘much’, I mean at all. He doesn’t live in town. Our one phone conversation was more than slightly annoying. What I initially thought was sweet and kind, is just weirdly sappy. He talks like a human Hallmark card. Ewwww. Before we stopped talking, I mentioned how crazy busy the next couple of weeks would be for me. I was more than a little annoyed surprised when he announced on last Sunday night that he would be here the next day. That he would arrive late Monday evening and wanted to meet on Tuesday.

Uhm, I had about ZERO spare time on Tuesday to meet, but being the giver I am 😉 I said I could spare a couple of hours (including drive-time – I know, I’m so romantic). As he has only been to my town once before, I asked where he was staying and I would choose a breakfast place to meet. He said that he didn’t know but would google places on Tuesday morning and let me know. Uhm wait, I just told you that I have ZERO spare time on Tuesday and you’re not going to let me know where to meet until that morning? No sir, that doesn’t work for me.

For some odd reason, he didn’t know where he’d be staying, so I asked him to let me know Monday night when he arrived and found out and I would choose a place because, well, I live here and I work better with a plan. Monday afternoon he sends me a link to a breakfast place. Uhm, okay. Apparently he was able to find out where he was staying ahead of time after all. The link he sent takes me to a location about 30 minutes from me. Boo, but whatever.

I get up early to work on Tuesday and be able to meet him at 9am. I get there and he sends a text that he’s there and sitting at a booth behind the hostess stand. As I was standing right next to the hostess stand and there are no booths in the vicinity, I sent back that I was there, but didn’t see him. He then asks what location I’m at. I tell him I’m at the one that he sent the link for. Ooopsie. He was a different location. A location that was right next to the hotel he was staying at, yet 45 minutes from my house and another 20 minutes from the location that I just drove a half an hour to get to.

You can see where this is going, right? Or, more accurately, not going. In order to get to the other location I would have just enough time to arrive, say hello, then drive the 45 minutes home to my next job. So I didn’t. And while he apologized for the mix up, he also said that he had no way of getting to my location. Uhm, Uber? I found the entire thing annoying as hell. I had just wasted an hour out of my jam packed morning and I wasn’t even getting breakfast out of it.

Here’s the thing: I’m not positive that I would drive 45 minutes across town, during rush hour, to meet anyone for breakfast. Most important meal of the day or not. I found it rude that he chose a place within walking distance of where he was staying, yet 45 minutes away from me. I found it ridiculous that he truly seemed to not understand the concept of paying for a ride to get somewhere.

Want to know something else? He chose Arugula as one of his 3 desert island foods. You know, if you could only have 3 foods for the rest of your life, what would they be? Arugula?! Who the hell picks lettuce as a desert island food?! I don’t think we could have a future anyway …….

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