Bloody Millennials

Date: 7/11/2020

I had something planned with the lads at work, a daytime activity like hill walking I can't remember exactly what. I look at my phone and a message appeared in big letters and with an orange background which I think meant this was important. It was from Darren. It said something about him not being able to make it because he was on a bender the night before. It then becomes apparent that I am waiting for Darren to pick me up. The fucker has let me down. What is it with these bloody millennials? No respect and so bloody self centred. I decide I am not happy about this and take to my car. My phone can track Darren's whereabouts. The view then pans out of my car upwards but I am still looking down at the car. The "camera" then pans along a line of cars that are waiting at a set of lights and there is a delivery truck at the front. Darren is in that truck. The bastard, he lied to me. He is in the truck with someone else, I don't know who but the other guy is driving. When the lights turn green he does a U Turn at the junction and comes back up the road I am on. But I am trapped between cars and cannot intercept. I then find myself out on the street walking about, why I don't know. I walk across the road I think is the one my car was waiting at the lights. It looks vaguely familiar, it's the East End of Glasgow - somewhere like Tollcross or Parkhead. I think it's Parkhead actually. I stop at the pelican crossing box and wait. There is a building next to me with scaffolding fixed to it.