It must be unofficial Los Angeles dogma that whatever you schedule with somebody must then be rescheduled. Multiple times, in many cases. Drinks with friends, dates, business meetings, religious holidays - it doesn't really matter. If you make arrangements to see another human being on any given day in any given capacity, you can usually figure on being home watching TV at that time, because you're going to be rescheduled.
This week alone, I've had separate friends cancel plans on consecutive nights because they had to "work late." I had a meeting set for Friday, then rescheduled for Wednesday, then asked to be rescheduled for two weeks from Tuesday. When I asked if there was a time we could possibly do it sooner, they asked about doing it two weeks from Thursday.
Maybe it's me. Maybe I should lower my expectations of people. Or maybe I just need to switch deodorants.
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