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.



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. Red Tash

    November 7, 2013 at 8:01am

    Perfect “mystery” vibe. Glad you solved the riddle of the bill.

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      Marian Allen

      November 7, 2013 at 11:26am

      I just wish I had solved it privately. Better yet, I wish the solution had involved money flowing MY way. heh

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  2. 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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      Marian Allen

      November 7, 2013 at 11:28am

      Did the words, “Mom lied,” never occur to you? You’re older than he is; you could have claimed privileged knowledge. Reclaim that year, girl! lol

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      Marian Allen

      November 7, 2013 at 11:29am

      Oh, and the equipage does fit in the garage, but I have to turn it all back into mice and a pumpkin first. đŸ˜‰

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  3. Holly Jahangiri

    November 9, 2013 at 10:42am

    @jane – Hah – one year my husband let me walk around telling people we’d been married two years longer than we had, because it amused him to see how long it would take me to figure it out.

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      Marian Allen

      November 9, 2013 at 1:02pm

      @Holly, then what you say is, “I guess it just SEEMS longer.”

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