Well that was a bust

So...the Taste of the Danforth is this weekend. I had planned to go on my own anyway but yesterday I got an email saying "hey, if anyone is around and wants to go meet me at 3 at the subway station."

Yay. Peoples! I like peoples. Especially since I spent most of my days alone with a cat.

So I'm there a bit early (TTC means I either get places early or late, I am for early) and at 2:50 my phone rings. It was the person who had sent the email.

Apparently there was a "last minute" change of plans and meeting time was now 5.

How lovely to find out exactly 10 minutes before we were all supposed to meet.

Needless to say I was not impressed.  In fact, it put me in a rather pissy mood.  Needless to say I didn't enjoy the Taste of Danforth so much. When I'm pissed I lose my appetite so things weren't very tempting to me.

Note to everyone: changing plans 10 minutes before you are supposed to meet someone is just a plain shitty thing to do.