I feel your pain, max. A while ago I asked for my friend to come over and stay at my house for the weekend. He was also bringing along my other friend, John. He spent all of Friday (the day he was supposed to come), waiting for John to get home so he could ring him, so that he could get to his house, so that he could come with my friend to my house.
And it gets worse, he waited until 6pm for John to arrive home, and I had to call him to let him know that there is a very strong possibility that John won't be able to get here before dark anyway, and that he should just stop waiting for John and come on over anyway. He agreed, and went to go ask his dad if he could drive him over. He came back upstairs to the phone, to tell me that he had, and I quote, "opened a can of lager and cannot drive". So naturally I said "OK, I'll come over in my car and pick you up", to which he responded "No we can't, my dad doesn't like me going anywhere unless he takes me".
I just shook my head, sighed and said "OK". We arranged for him to come to my house on Saturday. So Saturday comes and I get everything ready for him to get here like I did on Friday, and stay in the house to wait for him to either call or knock at the door. Minutes pass, then hours, then it hits the 10-11pm deadline, so I decide to give my friend a call. He answers the phone in an increadibly pathetic voice, and tells me that he is "not feeling too good". I asked him why he didn't phone me, and what he is doing up if he isn't feeling well - he said "ugh... I only just got up, I've been asleep until now". He was fine the day before, and now he is suddenly ill, and is coincidentally standing by the telephone, out of bed, when I just happen to phone him up.
I gave him a really good bollocking about being annoyed because I have to stay in the house and wait for him to either phone or knock, which means I can't go out and do anything and he wastes my time and my day. And I also waste a lot of time and effort by getting things ready for him to get here when he didn't even turn up.
I won't bother arranging for him to come here any more.
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