I also dislike being mislead, or my services offered with out me being consulted.
Mike asked me to help move some stuff from his old apartment to his new one, and when we get to the old one, it seems I was "volunteered" to help move a bed and stuff to their new place too, or rather her brothers place in the same complex. Which, as she got her brothers address wrong, we walking into someone elses apartment. No one home, door unlocked. WTF? One trusting apartment complex. I'm just glad the owner wasn't there, half asleep, and with a gun in arms reach. Anyway, we finish there, and as I'm helping Mike pack his stuff up, a couple trweakers are hanging out around my truck, so I end up having to stand gaurd while the stuff get's carried up.