Here I sit, shaved, showered, even manscaped a bit, ATM visited, waiting for the lady who was supposed to be here at 12:30. Last I heard from here *was* at 12:30, when she was looking for a vehicle to get here in. I'd have hoped that by now even if she couldn't manage to get one, she would have let me know she wouldn't be here. Meanwhile, my window of opportunity (i.e. having the house to myself) is closing.
It's getting depressing - no show two times in a row (though the other one time at least she let me know and offered a substitute. My own fault for being too hung up on the one lady to accept the other, I suppose.