Goofy, Yes. But Public? Why?

So we went to Magna cum Murder mystery festival, which was in Indianapolis for the first time, at the fancy-schmancy Columbia Club, a mostly Republican bastion, where I felt as out of place as a fish on a unicycle. Here I am arriving:ColClubArrivalYeah, I’m lying. This was in a glass case on the balcony. It’s a porcelain piece made by LlandrĂ³ of Spain.

Here’s a view from the balcony.ColClub1Here’s anudder one.ColClub2An’ anudder one.ColClubWindowsHere are the freakin’ elevators.ColClubLiftsThe place was GAWgeous!

The festival room price was dead cheap, which made $25 a night parking a bit of a shock. Then I got home and checked my charge card, and found an extra charge of $45 and change.

WTF? I thought, which, of course, is short for What’s That For. (Hi, Mom.)

So I emailed the Club and asked. And the nice man asked for the room number and/or the name the reservation was under, and I told him. And he asked if the charge was billed separately or as part of the total. And, in grubbing around through my bits of paper, I found a receipt for a meal for two, which I charged and T repaid me her part of, and which I had forgotten to enter in my register.

Can somebody please tell me WHY I find my answers only AFTER I’ve attracted attention to the question? And why, in these cases, the problem is invariably that I’m goofy?

~deep, dramatic sigh~

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character asks a question with an answer that reflects poorly on himself or herself.

MA

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I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “Goofy, Yes. But Public? Why?

  1. jane

    November 7, 2013 at 8:35am

    Lovely equipage! Does that fit in your garage??

    Here’s the worst example ever of not figuring something out ahead of time:

    I was at my 55th birthday gathering. Someone said, quite ordinarily, happy 55th birthday. I naturally corrected them, I’m 54 now. Oh, no, friends. I WAS NOT! I had gone through my entire 54th year without changing my mental calendar, thus believing I was 53 for 2 entire years! My brother Bruce said he knew how old HE was, which is 10 years younger than I, and that HE was 45.

    Well, did I feel like an oldtimer??? You bet.

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