Me: Where the F were you?
Him: I was talking with Bob.
Me: I was F-ing waiting for you at the bar for 45 minutes.
Him: Sorry.
Me: Why didn't you call?
Him: I forgot. sorry.
Me: You said to meet at 7pm. I f-ing skipped my office happy hour at Pedro's to haul it to the bar on time. Sat through three train delays when I could have been drinking margaritas with the hot IT guy. Instead I sat there drinking whiskey BY MYSELF at the bar, waiting for your sorry ass to arrive. and for what? BECAUSE YOU WERE TALKING WITH BOB.

Him: sorry. sorry I caused this textrum.

I've been jabbed