It’s Tennis Mike’s brother’s birthday party and we’re supposed to go. I ask Mike the simple question, “What time shall we meet?”
He says, “Well I’m late for a 4pm meeting and I have to go buy a present for another friend who’s having a birthday but I can’t decide what to get him and then I have to pick up the gift for my brother and there’s another guest I have to fetch and oh no I’m late for my meeting but I’ll call you at 7 to tell you what time we’re meeting and anyway the party’s at 9 ay 4.30 na pala!”
This is actually normal behavior for my friends, so instead of hanging around the mall I go home. I do not hear from Mike. At 9 I text him. “Are we still going to Gerry’s?”
He says, “Oh no, I decided to stay home and watch tennis.”
Fortunately I am comfortably ensconced in my own house so I spare him.
Some days later I see Tennis Mike at lunch and he says, “I’m dealing with my stress. I bought a motivational book. I’ll share it with you. But I forgot it at home.”
He does offer me a bribe: the Picasso’s Nose eyeglass holder in the picture.
Here’s the scary part: In my circle of friends I’m the sane one.