What does tomorrow mean?

A few weeks ago we held an even. It was a pretty big deal so we took a number of pictures to use for our website, Facebook, etc. During the event, our friendly neighborhood newspaper editor showed up. Apparently he couldn't be bothered to stick around and take his own photos, so he asked if he could use ours. 

"Okay," says Speck. "We'll put them on a flash drive for you."

"Great," says Stepeepen. "I'll pick it up tomorrow, sort through them, and bring the drive right back."

Not wanting to inconvenience him, we had the drive ready for him at opening the next morning. And then we waited. And waited. All day, no sign of Stepeepen. The next day, same thing. Meanwhile, the deadline for the paper (it's a weekly) had passed. Finally, three and a half days after he was supposed to show, Stepeepen finally came for the drive. 

End of the story? Not even close. He kept the flash drive for most of a week. So much for bringing it right back. Luckily the drive was a spare. 

Eventually, he did bring the flash drive back and he did use photos for the paper. Two of them. Two weeks of hassle for two photos and a couple of lines in the paper.

Unimpressed