"You know what I hate? Flakers."

Tim nodded. "Oh man, me too."

"I thought people in New York were flaky. But damn, there are some flaky people in California." I shook my head and stared at my beer.

"You think so?" Tim shook his head. "Well, I don't know about New York, but yea, there are a lot of flaky people here."

We took slow sips and stared across the bar.

"For the record though," Tim added, "I don't flake. I just don't commit at all."

I laughed. "Yea, that's true. You can't flake, 'cuz you never agree to do anything."

He nodded. "That's why, see! Because I never commit to do anything, no one can ever call me a flaker!"

I sat back in my chair and held my beer up. "Cheers to that, man!"

We clinked glasses and downed some beer.

"You know who are flakers?" I rattled off some names.

"Oh, yea, totally. They totally are."

"It's funny that you agree. It seems like flaky people are just generally known to be flaky by all their friends."

Tim nodded. "They should just never to commit to anything like I do."

"I think you're on to something here, man." I took another gulp. "I wonder what makes people flaky though?"

Tim shook his head. "I dunno."

"Is it they have no respect for their friends' time? They're so self-absorbed that they'll do things only if they feel like it, without a damn for others?"

Tim shrugged.

"Or are they just so busy all the time that they forget about their commitments? Are they chronic over-committers?"

"That kind of sounds like it for some people."

"Or do they just forget? Maybe they have a poor memory and just forget about their promises?"

Tim took another chug. "Maybe all of the above?"

I shrugged. "Maybe."

We both finished our beers. I ordered a second round.

"You know what sucks? Every time someone flakes on me, I trust them less. For chronic flakers, I gotta admit, I barely trust them at all."

"Man, you're really pissed about this flaky thing," Tim chuckled.

"No shit I'm pissed! I hate it!"

"So you don't trust them anymore?"

I looked down the bar. "Well, maybe it's harsh to say that I don't trust them at all. But I'm not very apt to invite them to do anything anymore. Or at least not expect much out of them."

Tim nodded. "Yea, I know what you mean."

Our beers arrived. We took our glasses and took hearty gulps.

"See?"

"See what?" I asked.

"See, that's why I don't commit to anything. So I'll never flake!"

I laughed. "You know, that's not necessarily the answer. It's not about not committing, it's about not flaking. You should still make promises and be good about keeping them."

"No way man, too much pressure."

"Heh." I raised my beer. "Well, then, here's to not flaking then!"

We clinked glasses and downed some more beer.

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Do you know any flakers