Communication Problems

Sometimes even your good friends are hard to get along with. Especially when they suck at communicating! Here’s an example from last night:

Scene: I’ve agreed to go out with Mike and our other friends for dinner at Green Mango, a Thai restaurant, at 9:30. I pick up my BlackBerry at 9:20 and see that I’ve missed two calls…

ACT I

(phone convo)
Mike: Hey!
Casey: What’s so urgent that you needed to call me twice, man?
Mike: Are you there yet?
Casey: Nah, man—aren’t we meeting there for 9:30?
Mike: Yeah?
Casey: It’s only 9:20, yo.
Mike: …okay?
Casey: So the place is like, a 5 minute subway ride from here.
Mike: Where are you?
Casey: At Sarah’s, man.
Mike: Uh—Case—we’re going to the Green Mango at Royal York (a 20-minute subway ride WEST).
Casey: WHAT?! YOU DIDN’T SAY THAT! DAMNIT, MIKE!!!
(Casey hangs up and prepares to run out the door)

ACT II

(Casey hops into Kasia’s car)
Casey: So what’re we doing here? Why aren’t you at Green Mango?
Mike: It closes at 10. We don’t know what we’re doing yet.
Casey: DAMNIT, MIKE!!!

ACT III

Scene: The group went to a pub and Mike had offered to give Casey a ride home. So off they go…
Mike: Huh. I wonder if it’ll be easier to take Bloor all the way back or go on the highway.
Casey: I dunno, man—I mean, Bloor would be kinda difficult, maybe, but the highway’s definitely out of the way…
Mike: Yeah…
Casey: By the way, why’re we going east?
Mike: Huh? I thought you were going to Sarah’s?
Casey: DUDE! You said HOME!
Mike: Oh… sorry, Case 😕
Casey: DAMNIT, MIKE!!!!

Moral of the story: Mike needs a good ol’ slap upside the damn head.

–case p.

By Casey E. Palmer

Calling the Great White North his home, Casey‘s spent the last few decades in pursuit of creating killer content. From novels as a kid, comics as a teen, to blogs and photos once he could grow a beard, he’ll use whatever’s around him to create amazing stuff.

When he’s not creating, he’s parenting, exploring and trying to make life as awesome as possible for everyone around him.

Because a boring life’s not a life worth living!

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