Generation flake
IT’S A COUPLE of hours before I’m due to meet a friend I haven’t seen in months. We scheduled this dinner two weeks in advance after days of texting back and forth, but, alas, she has suddenly come down with a cold. I want to be sympathetic or, at the very least, surprised when her message — punctuated with an exclamation mark and heavy on the crying-face emojis — comes through. It’s not the end of the world, and maybe she really is sick, but it’s the regularity of this scenario, and the increasing inability of many friends to commit to plans in
