I had this great post all planned for today about the wild and wacky adventures of an animal scientist and how it was perfectly normal to stop at a Starbucks to exchange cow blood for cow cells.
I got there a little bit before the designated meeting time (which the cell bringer had stated numerous times, I didn't pick it), scored myself a drink to combat the scorching temps, took a few pictures and settled in with a book to wait.
And wait and wait and wait.
I spent an hour outside not wanting to be that weird person sitting in an interstate starbucks staring out the window while the staff gave me weird looks. My body could only stand the 3 gallon water loss and rather than having people call the cops to bust a mummy I braved sitting inside to wait some more.
In the end the person I was waiting for didn't even get into work til our meeting time and she still had to drive another hour and a half. Did she call me? Oh, of course not. I was just left twiddling my thumbs, not having a clue what was going on and sitting with a cooler full of blood for an hour and a half in the summer sun.
I'm a pushover. I'll bend over backwards (and probably grab at my ankles) to help people (but if you push me too far I'll just break off all contact). I always show up early to a place (or have a small panic attack if I can't) because I hate making people wait. But oh they have no trouble making me sit there in an office or vanishing because they forgot all about an appointment.
I think I'm just gonna go live in a cave and never answer my phone ever again.