I Took a Day Off to Help You

It's approaching 6pm (1800 in my parlance) and I am quietly seething each time I open the curtain and look at the loaded truck bed in my driveway.

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TIme has passed (about a week) and I have found a level of peace. I offered to take an old (and elderly) friend to the airport. I had offered to let him put his car in my driveway, but he had refused. Time had passed and he was packing, and moving his stuff... Then, one day before the day he was supposed to depart, he had made a change in the plans. He told me that he was going to leave his truck in my driveway and that he was going to spend the night.
It was drizzling and raining on and off. His truck bed was packed. Some of the packing was in cardboard boxes, others were paper sacks, unzipped luggage, or small dustbins that he had filled to the brim. He had perishables that were unmarked... open, eaten fruit. GROSS.
I live a retiring life and I told him that I don't like things that bring attention to my home. An open truck bed with 'stuff' is an invitation for pilfering. So, little by little, I dragged the things inside and opted to put them in my basement.
He was slow to get up in the morning. I was up at 4:30. His flight wasn't until 9:30 but he needed 2 hours lead time for his Hawaii-bound flight. He dawdled. I offered him coffee and he said he wanted it half-and-half. "What does that mean?"
"Half coffee and half milk," he said.
So, I made half a cup of dripped coffee and added half a cup on heated, non-fat milk.
He complained that the coffee was served hot.
Two things that bug the sh*t out of me are people who put ice cubes in their hot coffee (unless they're fixing to make iced coffee). Oh, and the other thing is people who put ice cubes in their soup. Yup, I've seen it. Horrifying!
When we got to the airport I had dropped him off at the departure section right in front of the door.
"You're not coming in?"
I told him that it was a red loading/unloading zone. My car would be towed away. I'd have to park in a garage and walk with him. Time was of the essence.
For whatever reason, he was too late and they would not let him board.
I kept repeating my mantra. "This is your sh*t. This ain't on me!"
He phoned me from Maui. He wound up changing his flight to another airline. I told him to notify the original airline of this change. "If you don't use the outbound flight of a roundtrip ticket, the airline cancels the return flight."
"I'll get on it."
Will he? Who knows?!
So, his sh*t is in my basement and will remain there for 2 months. I pray there are no bugs.
I am certain this will be the last day I offer my services of help.