My last post was about a stupid patient. This post is also about an idiot. But it’s not another patient. The idiot featured in this post is me.
Two days ago I was
the poor son of a bitch the lucky parent who got to take J to a birthday party at Pump It Up. Oh yay, another Pump It Up party. Two hours of fun for the kids, a 120 minute headache for the adults. I grabbed J, the present and the invitation and headed to Pump It Up for the kabillionth time.
When we got to Pump It Up, there was a large group of kids and adults inside. A large group of unfamiliar kids and adults. Who were these people? I didn’t see any of J’s friends or their parents. I assumed our party was already in the play area, so I approached the front desk.
Pump It Up Employee: Are you here for [unknown kid]’s party?
Me: No, we’re here for [known kid]’s party.
Pump It Up Employee: There’s no party for that kid today. Do you have the invitation? Maybe her party is at the other Pump It Up.
Me: SHIT! If her party is at the other Pump It Up, I’m going to be SO PISSED! (I didn’t actually say this out loud, although it seemed pretty loud in my head.)
I pulled out the invitation. Was I at the wrong Pump It Up? Nope. The address on the invitation was exactly where I was standing. The invitation also said the party was November 21, 2010.
So where the hell was the birthday party?
The Pump It Up employee looked up J’s friend’s name on his handy dandy computer. Then he gave me the bad news. Her party was not November 21,2010. It was November 24, 2010.
Wednesday November 24?
Wednesday November 24, the day before Thanksgiving?
How could this be? Who has a party the day before Thanksgiving? Plus, the handwritten invitation said the date of the party was Nov. 21, 2010. It didn’t say Sunday Nov. 21, 2010, but it did say Nov. 21.
Or did it?
I took another look at the invitation. Upon closer inspection, I realized what I thought was the 1 in 21 was really a very skinny, very messy 4 in 24.
The party was not November 21, it was November 24.
Me: Does this look like a 21 or a 24? It looks like a 21, right? I’m not an idiot…I’m just the innocent victim of sloppy handwriting, right?
Pump It Up employee: Yes, it looks like a 21.
The Pump It Up employee agreed with me – I wasn’t an idiot. But he was probably just humoring me so I would leave him the hell alone.
OMG, I was an idiot! An idiot who showed up to a party on the wrong date. An idiot with a 4-year-old kid who thought he was going to play at Pump It Up today. How was I going to explain this to him? I could tell him, “Mommy made a mistake and thought the party was today because your friend’s mommy has shitty handwriting.” Or I could have him join that unknown kid’s party already in progress. Honestly, who would notice an extra kid?
But we didn’t crash a stranger’s Pump It Up party, we went home. I still had the invitation, so I showed it to my husband. He said I was right…it looked like a 21 not a 24. And he wasn’t just humoring me so he could get in my pants.
Maybe I’m not an idiot after all.