Being nice sucks

I was nice. Why am I so nice? In turn I am disappointed and feeling burned. Last night I asked Jimmy if he wanted to take Garrett to school. I was the bigger person and went above and beyond. Jimmy was extremely happy on the offer and agreed to pick him up no later than 7:35.

This morning Garrett is dressed and ready to go. 7:35 rolls on by with no Jimmy in sight. Finally, I called him and he had some excuse as to why he was late. He finally arrived at 7:47.

I could have been really mean and just left at 7:35 with Garrett in tow and told Jimmy to go screw himself. But stupid me relied on the fact that he would be here on time. I should have been dressed and ready to go.