All right, you little punk-ass, let me teach you some manners...
Today I was supposed to have another blind date, this time with a guy from Metro Detroit. I planned on meeting him in Novi since we both knew the area and it was reasonably between both of us.
So I drove all the way out to Novi, and it wasn't until ten minutes before we were supposed to meet when he called to cancel. Bastard! He had an even longer drive than I did, so if he knew he wasn't going to make it, why couldn't he have called before I left home?
I agreed to re-schedule for later this week, but I'm thinking this is a two-strikes-and-you're-out situation.
Grrr.