Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Oh no she dint!

Anyone remember this post? Right, so a couple days ago the former friend Margaret sent me an email that said this:

"it's obvious you are pissed that i took you up on your offer to get another ride from the airport on memorial day. if you'd like to sort it out and/or bury the hatchet, let me know. hope we can.


I stewed a couple days because I wasn't sure what I wanted to say. Here's the response I sent this evening:

"It's obvious I'm still pissed that you took me up on my offer to get another ride from the airport? Funny, that almost sounds like I am the one who should apologize. It was after July 4th and the way I remember it is you committed to picking me up from the airport but backed out at the last minute because you "had a long weekend." If I offered to find another ride from a more reliable friend, it was purely because I didn't care to deal with your self-absorbed bullshit after spending 22 of the previous 24 hours in an airport with no clear idea of when I was getting home. I am lucky to have friends like Jake and Leah who would drive to the airport at midnight to help me out.

What surprises me is that I'm not mad about that. I was enjoying hanging out with you, but I couldn't figure out why I felt like I needed to keep you at arms length. Thanks for reminding me why. What does piss me off is that you finally contact me about it three months later. I can only presume this was prompted by Pruitt and Julie coming to Raleigh more than you wanting to bury the hatchet, as you say.

If I'm right and you sent this email because you want to hang out with Pru and Julie, whatever. I'm going to be spending time with my friends next week. You can join us if you want. I would hope you don't think I'd oppose you tagging along. If Pruitt is in town, I'd expect to see you at some point since you're still friends with him. So, until then...


Here's how she responded:


oh...that's rich.

best of luck with that attitude problem and your selective memory."

All I can say, what a bitch. Seriously.


Zelmarific said...

I read the other post and - not to be snoopy, but - are you really pregnant?

Yeah, and I would definitely have come and picked you up. No matter what time. Definitely.

Even though, I see now by my identity, I am once again posting as a one-year-old:)

Meg said...

No, not really pregnant. The Atlanta airport was shut down for 2 days and flights were scarce. I'm a ::ahem:: little chubbier than I'd like so I thought I'd milk it. I'm pretty sure he knew I was lying. Of course, my brother's response to that story was "be careful what you wish for."

FoxyMoron said...

LOL be careful what you wish for indeed!
If you come to Sydney I'll drive the five hours up there to get you at the aiport AND find you somewhere to stay.
What a cow! (Margaret not you!) ;)

CailinMarie said...

I like foxymoron's statement. COW COW COW. Aren't you glad you don't have to talk to that person anymore???

Meg said...

I'm afraid I might have to see her again, next weekend, when everyone is in town. That's okay though. She confided in me that her sister is going to do time in Federal prision for mortgage fraud and she doesn't want anyone to know. If she gives me a hard time, I may have to ask how the sister is doing. I'm not vindictive, y'all, I swear, but she's a real piece of work.

FoxyMoron said...

Well it can't hurt to just drop that into the conversation Meg. I mean it's an interesting subject.
*evil laugh*