I was supposed have a date tonight. We were to meet up at a local lounge for a drink at 7:30. At 6, she called and told me that she had to go to her sister’s house because her nephew jumped off the bed and landed on his head. The sister, fearing the worst, was taking the boy to the hospital and she (my date) was going to go with her.
Now, that’s a perfectly plausible story. Kids jump off things. Hell, some even launch themselves in balloons, sort of. I truly hope that this kid is OK and he didn’t damage his noodle too badly… that is, if it really happened.
And that’s the problem with a last minute cancellation of a first date, it’s never believed. No matter what the situation, no matter how dire, if you call to cancel a first date within 2 hours of the date beginning, you’re a liar. Sad, but true.
So, that being said, I find myself at home which, as a Dodger fan, is a good deal. I’ve got a cold beer, a big TV, the Dodgers and the Phillies, and I don’t have to make small talk with a fibber.
