I remember how much I hated people who stood me up... I still do. But in defense of those people who do but don't mean it: I was supposed to meet Jesse to hang out and see a show, but then Mom's husband called to talk about a job prospect so I talked to him and by then (or NOW) it was pretty much too late to meet him. He'd probably have left by the time I got to our meeting place anyway. So SORRY JESSE! I'm a bad bad girl. But I tried to call, I promise... only the phone number I had from caller ID was your work number so I couldnt' get a hold of you to warn you. GRR. I grovel at your feet.