Free drinks

Today I had a date with a friend to pick up my new, shiny, black and fabulous (awesome, super, gorgeous - you pick) shelf. But he didn't show up. There was I, waiting with shorts and a top and wearing flip-flops. Cold and rainy. Which reminds me of when my father used to tell me the tale of how he walked barefoot in snow to school for many kilometers when he was little. Until my grandmother heard, and said "No, you didn't. We lived next to the school. And you had shoes." Nothing like having a witness. Anyway. I phoned my friend and eventually he showed up, helping me carry the thing. This has now rendered me a number of free drinks. And I promised him to stop referring to this failure in about 3 months. I am the generous kind!