Lifestyles of the poor and nameless

This week's fucked up friend award goes to: Ron.

We all know that I've been planning to move back to NYC for a while. About a month ago, Ron volunteered to help me move because he works for a moving company and has access to trucks. Now, I was planning to move a little bit at a time, but there are big things like my bike, TV and dresser that I would need a van/truck or 2 car trips for. I feel bad enough for moving back in with my parents, I didn't want to further impose upon them by asking them to come and get me and all my stuff. (even though I know they'd do it).

So when Ron volunteered, I saw it as the answer to alot of problems. Of course, I was planning to pay him a little something anyway....just because. I reminded Ron last week that I would be moving this Saturday. "No problem" he said.

Imagine my surprise when I call him today to get details and he's like "oh, I forgot about that. I have to work tomorrow....well, I can still come out, but I'm going to have to rent something and so I'm going to have to charge you for it". Mother!#$#%^&*.....you could have said that last month when you volunteered to help, or even last week when you said everything was cool. I would have then asked my parents to come take a little bit of it each weekend, or I'd have found some way to get more stuff back to NY instead of thinking I had a small truck at my disposal.

Talk about some shady shite. Damn. If I have to ask m parents to come get me now at the 11th hour, I know my mom is not going to let me forget about it. What to do?!