Reckless Speed

So, I went to see this play with some friends of mine. The play was so-so, but that's not what I'm writing about.

I'm writing about what a certain self-absorbed "friend" of mine did. We had a set plan. We knew exactly when to be back, because they all had rehearsal at seven. The plan was to drop off a different friends laundry, go to the play (which we were almost late to, due to aforementioned self-absorbed "friend"), go back to the house and start another load of laundry, go to dinner, go see a friend's mom, pick up laundry, return to school.

As is obvious, it did not go as planned. The funny thing about running late is that we were actually able to cut our a lot of the laundry time, because the friend's dad was willing to do it for her. We went to visit the friend's mother, as planned, and left at the agreed upon time. As we were leaving the "friend" decided we needed to stop by her house too, after having eaten with her family. The reason she wanted to stop by her house was that her youngest brother has a few disabilities and wasn't able to leave the house. She wanted to introduce us. We told her, we didn't have time, but she refused to listen. Since she was driving, we were forced to go to her house and sit in the car for twenty minutes.

By now, we are running thirty minutes late. She is annoyed with US! She is also the friend who thinks she is so talented that Dr. Beach will move her up from Blind Girl number whatever to Helen Keller or Anne. She is upset that it will make a bad impression to be late to the FIRST rehearsal.

Her solution is to drive like a maniac. She saw fit to drive 115 miles per hour with three of her closest friends in the car. 115 miles per hour!!! I asked her to slow and she refused, saying that they had to make it on time. Another girl asked her to slow, again she refused. She is dodging traffic and switching lanes while driving at alarming speeds. She sees nothing wrong or dangerous in this. Even after we almost hit somebody, she thought it was their fault. I spent the majority of the trip back to the campus clinging to the "Oh, Shit! bar".

I am finished with her. The end. If somebody doesn't feel the need to worry about other people's safety, because of her delusions, she's not worth my time.

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