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:
Yeah, 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.
Here’s anudder one.
An’ anudder one.
Here are the freakin’ elevators.
The 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
Red Tash
November 7, 2013 at 8:01amPerfect “mystery” vibe. Glad you solved the riddle of the bill.
Marian Allen
November 7, 2013 at 11:26amI just wish I had solved it privately. Better yet, I wish the solution had involved money flowing MY way. heh
jane
November 7, 2013 at 8:35amLovely 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.
Marian Allen
November 7, 2013 at 11:28amDid 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
Marian Allen
November 7, 2013 at 11:29amOh, and the equipage does fit in the garage, but I have to turn it all back into mice and a pumpkin first. đŸ˜‰
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.
Marian Allen
November 9, 2013 at 1:02pm@Holly, then what you say is, “I guess it just SEEMS longer.”