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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