FLAKE, BAKE A CAKE
Here’s the new move: When someone flakes, I don’t get upset. No biggie. But next time they want to hang out, they have to bake me a cake.
I understand. I really do. It happens, even to the best of us. It’s inevitable. Sometimes adventure comes calling, a work deadline looms, there’s a business opportunity, a friend has an extra ticket to that Beatles Reunion on the Moon, or we fall suddenly and temporarily in love with a stranger for a few hours. Go with it. I get it. No hard feelings.
If you flake, and you want to hang out again, next time we hang out, you have to bake me a cake.
You can play this game too. I recommend it.
It’s a great system. If they don’t bake the cake, they’re flaky jerks who don’t respect your time, and they’re not worth hanging out with. If they do, hey, you understand, things come up. They’re showing they value you and your time, and next time you hang out, any vestigial negative feelings dissolve as you both get to enjoy eating a cake together.
So that’s my new rule: Flake, Bake a Cake.
*Yes, I’ll hold myself to the same high standard. Which given my track record means I should probably invest in cooking supplies..
**In the interest of fairness: photo above isn’t from a flake-cake, it’s the bday cake Christa & Margo surprised me with because they’re awesome.