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[UPDATE: So did you have a good time, Tiger? see extended entry for the answer.]

Not particularly. Seems I ran into this girl I met a couple of weeks ago and with whom I had a fantastic lunch this afternoon. I asked her if she would like to get together this evening and do something. I suggested we go out to Scott's bash and listen to some of the bands and such. She says sure. So we make plans to meet. I come home after work, clean up, wash the sweat off, put on my good boots and go to the rendezvous point right on the dot. I wait and wait. Finally after thirty minutes, I leave, come back home, and just on the off-chance that maybe she has finally gotten some minutes on her cell phone, I call it. I get her. Seems some lady had conned her into watching some stuff she had sitting on the side of the road, like garage sale knick-knacks and such, who said she would only be gone an hour or so. She was still there. OK, I am thinking, we have plenty of time, so I go up and sit with her, and sit and sit and sit. Maybe after 30 minutes of sitting, her 15 year old daughter comes up there and hangs around the entire time and talks and talks and talks.

The gal I was there to be with had agreed to work the shift of one of her co-workers the next day, so was already going to have to call it an early night because she has to do 16 hours tomorrow. Finally, we have waited so long for the damn lady who took like severe advantage of her to come back, that the establishment that was providing the lighting (and where the gal with whom I was supposed to be going out works) would be closing within an hour. So finally everyone decides (I was not part of the decision) to pile as much under and around the table and just put a tarp over it. Only no one has a tarp after we get that done. So, one lady at the place calls her husband and we can drive out about 7 miles and get the tarp. So we all load in the car and are just about ready to leave when the damn lady finally drives up. I didn't recognize the lady by name, but I recognized her by face, and I can tell you that whatever the problem was that delayed her was her fault. She came into my office once with some arcane problem and I couldn't get her to leave. She just talked and talked and talked and made no sense. So the lady pulls up and says to the gal how sorry she is, but that she will pay her a bit extra if she will assist her in getting the stuff on the truck. I assist, as does the 15 year old, until I notice the gal I was there to be with is hanging on the side of some junky pickup truck talking to some other guy, so I decided to Hell with working in that heat when I wasn't getting paid and being pissed that she was talking to some guy, and went and sat in my car until the finished. I drove everyone home and then came on home. I did not have a good time ---- at all!

Update posted 10:30 pm