Monday, August 12, 2013

Day Two Hundred and Fifty Eight: Good Friend (Part one)

Okay, I have to get this off my chest.
I am a very good friend. Madison and Tony are even better friends, but damn if I am not a good friend.
The other night it was Tony’s birthday. Which was awesome, because Tony is one of the coolest people I know. He came over to our place and Madison promptly set about getting him drunk and all of us having a swell time; ordering pizza, playing MineCraft and just chilling out. We watched Harry Potter.
We were about halfway through Harry Potter when I get a call from a friend asking for a favor.
She knows who she is and she knows what she did. I don’t think she reads my blog at all, but if she does, I highly recommend that she skip this one. (Also Two Hundred and Sixty One) I am about to explain what happened that night from my perspective and it does not paint her in a positive light. I love her to death, I really do, but she can be insane.
I’ll do almost anything in the world for my friends. I really will. So when she called asking me to print some stuff, I said why the hell not. I have a tiny printer and not a lot of ink (we mostly use it to print our movie passes when we order tickets online.) I figured she wanted a couple of pages.
Nope: Four documents, one of which was ten pages in itself and she needed ten copies of each.
Yeah, that’s like four hundred pages of ink I don’t have.
If I had been smart I would have hung up and called it a night. But I work for a professor on campus who gives me a shit ton of print money every quarter that I never use. So I offered to go see if the library was open to print it there.
Library wasn’t open. Neither was the Law Library or the Student Center. It is summer after all. So, frustrated at our inability to help, we called out friend and said “no luck” and prepared to go home.
Instead, our friend called us back and asked us if we could come help her get her stuff ready to leave the next day. We could have said nope, going home to watch Harry Potter. Instead we agreed and met her at her apartment.
Which was a mess.
She wanted us to help, but had no idea what she needed us to do. Whenever we tried to do something, she decided we were doing it wrong and told us to undo it. We tried to clean out her fridge and it took forever because she kept worrying about what her roommate might want/need or whatever. Then we took her trash out. At one point, I made her sandwiches for the road, called her hotel to check that they had a twenty four hour business center and Madison gave her a manicure.
Yeah.
So then we took all her shit down to her car (or what little shit she actually let us pack) and shoved it in there. And then we left.
Am I leaving out the part where she thanked us profusely for coming to her rescue in the middle of the night on Tony’s birthday and she promises to make it up to us as soon as we’re back in town? Nope, didn’t happen.
So we went home and finished Harry Potter, hung out and pretended that the night hadn’t happened.
You know who you are and I love you, I really do. I understand that you are going through a lot right now and we have been there every step of the way trying to help you, trying to support you and trying to print your damn papers. But you still have to be good to us, or else we’re going to peace out and never look back.

Challenge to my Readers:

Be a good friend. It’s better to feel ungrateful later than to not help and feel like an ass now.

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