Sunday, May 13, 2007

Waiting Is The Hardest Part.

So I get to Poker Night and I'm the first guy there.
Why can't people just be on time?

My other frustration is the people who say they are going to be there, and then beg off saying they don't feel well. You should have thought of that when you said yes earlier, fuckhead. Did you take a dramatic turn for the worse in the last 45 minutes since we last spoke? Cancer flare up or something? We might have turned people down to hold a spot for you. I'm not going to call people and chase them around just to get a game going.

At least some people did show up and I did have a good time.

Fuck you if you couldn't hold it together to make it.

I would have taken all your money anyway.


1 comment:

  1. I'm calling it Limbo, these days, where I'm waiting for something which was supposed to happen 15 minutes ago . People arriving is a big thing, often made more interesting by a cell phone which isn't powered on.

    I'm pleasantly amazed that someone I know will graciously ring my cell phone as a signal that arrival is imminent. Like the answering flash from a rescue plane, it's a sign that the seething hell I'm in is about to end.

    WV spelled 'ocd' wrong.