EDIT: I filled in some missing words, my foolish brain thinks faster than I can type
I live in the Bronx. A lady friend of mine gets home from work at around midnight. Naturally, she is too scared of walking the 15 minutes home alone, so I usually meet her at the stop to walk her back. This particular instance I was doing her dishes in her apartment upon request, but realized I had to go. I made a quick survey of the apartment to see if she left me her keys, saw nothing, so I left.
Of coarse when I got to the stop, she was holding some cake she brought for me from working at Whole Foods. Tres Leches, if you never had one, they are seriously the best cake, if only for the fact that you cannot cram in more calories per cubic inch. She offhandedly asked me if I had the keys from the apartment, which I said no. She was laughing. Then she stopped. The shit storm I received for the next 20 minutes made me glad only crack addicts were outside. She was so pissed that she snatched the cake from my hands and said "YOU'RE NOT HAVING THIS."
The problem is that her roommates are out of town so we had no way of getting back into her apartment until the next day, which wasn't such an issue because my place had an extra bed. Still all of this was a pain in the ass because my computer and game systems are at her apartment, so I had nothing really to do as well except wait till the next evening for the land lord to give us the master key.
Now I realize how annoying all this really is but I really tried to make it up to her by:
A) Apologizing for not hearing her tell me she left the keys
B) Surprising her with her favorite sub combo, a tuna melt and a barrel of green tea (she didn't thank me even though I watched her devour them)
C) Accompanying her to the city to get the master key, and then reimbursing her the $15 it cost to make the trip when she complained.
What kills me is that she was actively ignoring me the entire time, not saying a word to me other than "let's go." Now I am sitting back in her apartment after we found the hidden keys under a pillow, to which she demands another apology for not looking hard enough. WHat am I supposed to do here? She is kicking me around to the point that I am the one who is mad.
I live in the Bronx. A lady friend of mine gets home from work at around midnight. Naturally, she is too scared of walking the 15 minutes home alone, so I usually meet her at the stop to walk her back. This particular instance I was doing her dishes in her apartment upon request, but realized I had to go. I made a quick survey of the apartment to see if she left me her keys, saw nothing, so I left.
Of coarse when I got to the stop, she was holding some cake she brought for me from working at Whole Foods. Tres Leches, if you never had one, they are seriously the best cake, if only for the fact that you cannot cram in more calories per cubic inch. She offhandedly asked me if I had the keys from the apartment, which I said no. She was laughing. Then she stopped. The shit storm I received for the next 20 minutes made me glad only crack addicts were outside. She was so pissed that she snatched the cake from my hands and said "YOU'RE NOT HAVING THIS."
The problem is that her roommates are out of town so we had no way of getting back into her apartment until the next day, which wasn't such an issue because my place had an extra bed. Still all of this was a pain in the ass because my computer and game systems are at her apartment, so I had nothing really to do as well except wait till the next evening for the land lord to give us the master key.
Now I realize how annoying all this really is but I really tried to make it up to her by:
A) Apologizing for not hearing her tell me she left the keys
B) Surprising her with her favorite sub combo, a tuna melt and a barrel of green tea (she didn't thank me even though I watched her devour them)
C) Accompanying her to the city to get the master key, and then reimbursing her the $15 it cost to make the trip when she complained.
What kills me is that she was actively ignoring me the entire time, not saying a word to me other than "let's go." Now I am sitting back in her apartment after we found the hidden keys under a pillow, to which she demands another apology for not looking hard enough. WHat am I supposed to do here? She is kicking me around to the point that I am the one who is mad.