As I’ve mentioned in an earlier post, KK imagined herself as someone who was taller, thinner, and more sophisticated than she was. We should all be blessed with such a healthy self-esteem. As such, she started taking private Pilates and group Pilates lessons. On one such occasion she invited me to come with her to her private lesson. Of course I should have asked in advance… One insult and $35 later, let’s just say I couldn’t see making Pilates part of my fitness plan. Another time, we went to a large group class wherein she offered that “for a woman your size you have a lot of stamina.” Yup…
However, the best story isn’t really about Pilates. It’s about dinner plans.
She and I had made plans to meet for dinner at a Chinese restaurant in Mountain View. People who know me know that “on time” to me means showing up 5-10 minutes early. So there I was parking at 6:50 to be there by 7. At 6:55 I was in the restaurant waiting. …and waiting … and waiting. Finally, when I was ready to leave the phone rang — the restaurant phone. I didn’t get a cell until the 2nd millennium after Christ. It was KK calling to tell me that her car battery had died and she couldn’t get anyone to jump it (at 7:20). Asked where she was (I assumed she was at work or home), I was told her Pilates class at Stanford. As in University. As in more than 10 minutes away.
However, I agreed to drive over and jump her battery. Off I went, and somewhere around 7:45 had her car going. Then she offered to buy me dinner. While we were sitting at Max’s Opera Cafe, I asked how long she had been trying to get someone to help her. This was the bomb she dropped. When she walked out of class at 7:00 (remember 7, the agreed upon meeting time?), she found she’d left her lights on. Yep. She NEVER planned to be on time.
While I seethed, I decided I deserved dessert. She actually had the nerve to chastise me as “taking advantage” of her offer to buy dinner and pointed out that “since I was big” I probably didn’t need it. I stared at her until she gave in and bought me a chocolate covered macaroon to go.
SIGH. If only the term frenemy had been coined. I would have gotten my clue sooner.