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Holy Lack of Planning Batman!

I have this friend from college who came to stay with me for a rather long weekend. Originally, he was supposed to arrive Friday afternoon and leave today, Monday afternoon. Instead, he called me on Wednesday and asked if he could come early because he would be at my apartment in a couple of hours and would be otherwise homeless.

Long story on how that came about, which is pretty typical of the sorts of things this guy gets himself into, but I'm an accommodating guy and I hadn't seen him in a couple of years, so I was looking forward to the visit, so I readily assured him that it would be fine if he showed up early.

His entire story from how he got here to how he spent his time here is convoluted, sordid, and quite humorous, but I really kind of have to tell you in person for the full effect. So, let's skip to the end of his visit, which is now.

As I type this, I am waiting for him to finish packing. He was supposed to be finished packing two hours ago. Our "drop dead" time for departure in hopes of getting him to his plan in time was an hour ago.

Typical.

But I'm not worried about it because he's a big boy. I'll get him as far as the train to New Jersey -- he's flying out of Newark -- and send him on his way. It isn't important to ME that he makes his plane.

But I am amazed at his complete nonchalance about this sort of thing. And he's been this way for as long as I've known him.