Chronic Cancellation Ass

This ass will absolutely be there, right up until forty minutes before, when a text arrives that begins with 'so sorry' and ends whatever plans you had. Something came up. Something always comes up. Their life is a swirl of last-minute chaos that reliably becomes your problem, your rearranged evening, your held table for one. They mean it every single time they commit. They simply cannot be trusted to arrive at anything they have committed to. Making plans with them is a form of gambling, and the house always wins. A ghost with a valid excuse and a calendar you have learned, wisely, to write in pencil.