Crap

My friend Jim was (sorta) in town today. He had planned to arrive around 3:30 PM, but his train was delayed and his connecting train out of town is at 10:30 PM. Turns out, he’s only going to have an hour between trains. We had talked a bit, and discussed when we would see each other next. The idea of another big party in Ohio was kicked around, and I’m sure I’ll be heading to Columbus in the next month or so.

Only much later did I stop to think that perhaps I should have still tried to see him, even if it would only have been for an hour. I’m not sure if I was being rude by not offering to see him, or if it was a mutually understood thing that an hour was too short a time.