"I’ll be about an hour" Friend said, at half past eleven in the morning.
Briliant, she thought to herself, just enough time to get some chores done and cook lunch.
At half four in the afternoon she realised she’d cooked two meals, baked some cookies, washed three loads of dishes, watched an awful lot of the winter olympics and STILL Friend hadn’t made it round to hers yet.
She started to get worried, her friend wouldn’t have just flaked on her, what if something terrible had happened? So she called and called, and finally Friend answered the phone.
It turns out Friend had just lent her car out to her boyfriend, and he’ll be home soon and then she’ll be over. Everything was said in a casual tone, Friend obviously didn’t know that its normally considered polite to let people know when you’ve changed their plans.
this has been a passive aggressive short story.