reactions and overreactions

At least I've never done this, nor been on the receiving end.

The one where its good to be early ...

And so ... at least I have never been planning to visit my friend in Edinburgh for one last shindig before she moves back South of the border. The week long booze-a-thon has been meticulously planned for months on end with tickets pre-booked for the fringe festival, with the first show booked for that very first evening.

We whip ourselves up into a frenzy of excitement, and I text her regular updates as I begin the long journey to the airport. I arrive at the airport and sashay over to the check in desk and so begins the long debate with the check in clerk as they cannot find any record of my ticket reservation or even in fact of my flight.

The reason? My flight does not leave until tomorrow and I am in fact a whole 24 hours early. I then sheepishly call best friend on my mobile to explain.

At least I have never done that ... but I was on the other end of that phonecall. Sweetheart, sometimes you still amaze me;)

at last he'd had enough

At least I have never got one too many messages from 'friends' (=old highschool class mates whose names I wouldn't remember did they not show up on the screen) on Facebook begging me to look at their smarmy engagement/ wedding/ honeymoon/ baby photos, with 'finally, the last couple marries' or something to the same smug effect to accompany the photos - and I, the recipient, am very much single. This has gone on for the entire week that I've been on Facebook, and I snap.

I forward the syrupy message to another single friend, asking her to take bets with me as to which of the three couples will divorce first. More importantly, I make sure that all six people in those three couples also receive the message, as if by accident (the 'reply all' syndrome - we've all done it once).

At least I've never done that. But I admire the person that did.