Is it just me?
I took my childhood friend to a dr. appt. today. Not a big deal, I had told her I would because she has no car. The appointment was for 3:30. I told her I had a dinner date after that, but since I should have her back home by 5 after the appointment, that it was all good.
When I picked her up and she got in the car she said told me she also needed to make a stop at Walmart. It would only take 10 minutes. I reluctantly agreed, because she doesn’t have a car, and she needed to send a moneygram somewhere. Shouldn’t she have asked me if it was ok? Instead of just said she needed to stop there? I got her to Walmart at 4:30, expected her out at 4:45, but she didn’t come out til like 5:10 with a cart with about 4 or 5 bags of groceries. She’d decided to go grocery shopping too while she was there. Again, is it just me, or shouldn’t she have told me she needed to do some shopping too, and maybe asked if there was time, since she knew I had plans? And, when she comes back she’s drags some guy to the car with her to see if we have time for him to fill out paperwork to give her a free phone. (An Obama phone, she called it. Free for those who are on food stamps, which apparently she is, which I didn’t know til today.” I said, “I’m already running late.” Because I still had to take her home 15 or 20 minutes away.
I dropped her off at her house at 5:25, and left, a half hour late.
I was a little angry. I tried not to be. I can’t imagine what it must be like to reach retirement age and have nothing, not 2 nickels to rub together. But still, I don’t think being broke is a good reason to disrespect my time and efforts.
Not to mention, I’ve now driven 15 miles and 2 hours of my time without even the thought of giving me gas money or anything. And this is not the first time. I’ve spent probably 3 or 4 full days since her car died driving her around. But now, I’m kind of feeling like I’ve become her ride, like dial-a-ride or something.
Ok, rant over. It’s not a huge deal, but I guess I thought she was a better friend than that.
On the bright side, my dinner date was awesome.
Small irritations. I guess I should just be grateful for all my blessings, which are many.
Love and light.