This is another rant about K.
I don't have links to my past threads but I know I have ranted about K before. Short version: He's never on time to anything.
My husband and I and K had tickets to a concert last night. It was at 7:30pm at a venue in the middle of downtown (and as we live in one of the top 10 largest cities in the US, that means lots of traffic, etc.) K wanted to do dinner before the show and we agreed, with the understanding that we were going to be on a tight schedule as we could NOT be late getting to the theater. In fact, I told him we had to be at the theater at 7pm, meaning we should be aiming to be at a restaurant by 5:30pm.
K agreed and asked if he could carpool with us. We said fine, we knew traffic/parking would be bad, again as long as he could be on time. He said just let him know what time to show up at our house. I told him he should leave work at 4:30pm and plan to be at our house at 5pm. He and my husband work at the same company, their offices are literally down the hall from each other, and if they both left work at the same time and came directly to our house, K could leave his car in our driveway and we could all take our vehicle.
So my husband gets home right at 5 and I ask where K is. He said K was on his way out the door right behind him. 25 minutes later, K finally knocks on our door. I have no idea where he was or what he was doing that it took him 25 extra minutes to get to our house; even if he had managed to hit every stop light red and my husband hit every one green it wouldn't have taken him that much extra time to get here. We didn't bother to ask or argue, we all piled into our car and got on our way.
Of course, by the time we got into downtown, fought through traffic, found an open parking garage, and actually got onto the street on foot, it was about 6:15pm.
K: We still have plenty of time to sit down and eat somewhere!
Husband: I'd rather find some place kinda fast if we can, we don't have that much time...
Me: Look, there's a Subway right up here.
K: I had Subway for lunch, I don't want it again for dinner.
Are you f'ing kidding me.
We ended up waiting until AFTER the concert to eat at an IHOP at 10:30pm because my husband and I didn't want to risk being late getting to the theater and pretty much everything else downtown besides the Subway that we saw was fancy, upscale, expensive, sit-down restaurants. The place we had tentatively thought about going to, a mid-range steakhouse, was a 10 minute walk away from the theater.
I know, this is entirely our fault because we put up with it and allow it to happen. To be honest he's actually been getting better about not being late all the time recently so I thought we'd be okay, especially since I stressed so much that we were on a schedule, and that my husband was going to check in with K when he left work. I didn't care all that much because I wasn't very hungry to begin with, but my husband was starving by the time the concert started -- let alone when it let out. I put up with K's crap because he's my husband's friend/co-worker and my husband likes to include him, but my husband was fuming by the end of the night, so hopefully next time I can convince my husband to put his foot down and tell K he's not invited, or at least that he's not invited to carpool with us to events like this.
Oh, and the icing on the cake was that K brought his Nintendo DS with him (well, we all did, it was a video game themed concert) and was playing it before the show started, as were we and several other people around us...but as soon as the conductor came on stage we and everyone else closed our DSes and put them away. Everyone except K. He kept playing his through the entire first song of the show before putting it away. I almost reached over, closed it for him and took it away from him myself.
I don't have links to my past threads but I know I have ranted about K before. Short version: He's never on time to anything.
My husband and I and K had tickets to a concert last night. It was at 7:30pm at a venue in the middle of downtown (and as we live in one of the top 10 largest cities in the US, that means lots of traffic, etc.) K wanted to do dinner before the show and we agreed, with the understanding that we were going to be on a tight schedule as we could NOT be late getting to the theater. In fact, I told him we had to be at the theater at 7pm, meaning we should be aiming to be at a restaurant by 5:30pm.
K agreed and asked if he could carpool with us. We said fine, we knew traffic/parking would be bad, again as long as he could be on time. He said just let him know what time to show up at our house. I told him he should leave work at 4:30pm and plan to be at our house at 5pm. He and my husband work at the same company, their offices are literally down the hall from each other, and if they both left work at the same time and came directly to our house, K could leave his car in our driveway and we could all take our vehicle.
So my husband gets home right at 5 and I ask where K is. He said K was on his way out the door right behind him. 25 minutes later, K finally knocks on our door. I have no idea where he was or what he was doing that it took him 25 extra minutes to get to our house; even if he had managed to hit every stop light red and my husband hit every one green it wouldn't have taken him that much extra time to get here. We didn't bother to ask or argue, we all piled into our car and got on our way.
Of course, by the time we got into downtown, fought through traffic, found an open parking garage, and actually got onto the street on foot, it was about 6:15pm.
K: We still have plenty of time to sit down and eat somewhere!
Husband: I'd rather find some place kinda fast if we can, we don't have that much time...
Me: Look, there's a Subway right up here.
K: I had Subway for lunch, I don't want it again for dinner.
Are you f'ing kidding me.
We ended up waiting until AFTER the concert to eat at an IHOP at 10:30pm because my husband and I didn't want to risk being late getting to the theater and pretty much everything else downtown besides the Subway that we saw was fancy, upscale, expensive, sit-down restaurants. The place we had tentatively thought about going to, a mid-range steakhouse, was a 10 minute walk away from the theater.
I know, this is entirely our fault because we put up with it and allow it to happen. To be honest he's actually been getting better about not being late all the time recently so I thought we'd be okay, especially since I stressed so much that we were on a schedule, and that my husband was going to check in with K when he left work. I didn't care all that much because I wasn't very hungry to begin with, but my husband was starving by the time the concert started -- let alone when it let out. I put up with K's crap because he's my husband's friend/co-worker and my husband likes to include him, but my husband was fuming by the end of the night, so hopefully next time I can convince my husband to put his foot down and tell K he's not invited, or at least that he's not invited to carpool with us to events like this.
Oh, and the icing on the cake was that K brought his Nintendo DS with him (well, we all did, it was a video game themed concert) and was playing it before the show started, as were we and several other people around us...but as soon as the conductor came on stage we and everyone else closed our DSes and put them away. Everyone except K. He kept playing his through the entire first song of the show before putting it away. I almost reached over, closed it for him and took it away from him myself.
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