You-Have-Got-To-Be-Kidding - Monday

Ever have one of "those" days?

“You have got to be kidding” �" Monday

 

 

Now everyone knows what Black Friday is, but have you ever encountered, “You-have-got-to-be-kidding”, Monday?

 

Maybe it’s just me and my family. You can be the judge.

 

Every year, my daughter Meegan uses the gift cards given to the employees at her husband’s job to buy groceries. At this time of year, it is a treat that allows them to devote more to their Christmas funds shopping for their family.

 

So Monday, armed with her gift cards she filled her shopping cart, stood in line for another ten minutes only to be told that their gift card machine was ‘down’…Somewhat annoyed, which may be a gross understatement, she suggested that they should have a sign up explaining this to customers so others wouldn’t waste their time waiting in line as she had.

 

As she started to leave, sans groceries, the cashier suggested she go to the other store that accepted these gift cards. So, she drove across town, got her groceries, waited in line again only to find that their gift card machine was ‘down’ too… Apparently they all are on the same national service and it would take 24 hours before service could be restored.

 

This time she asked to speak to the manager, curious as to why she had been sent across town and that no one seemed to know the service was the same and that still no notice had been posted to alert customers. The manager apologized and said he would give her a ‘gift card’ for $25.00 for her trouble…and as she walked away he cautioned her to wait before trying to use it because the service is down. ‘Typical male’, she muttered to herself…as she walked away…once again �" sans groceries…

 

That evening, when she recounted the story to me, she was still upset at all the wasted time she’d spent that day …

 

Trying to make her feel better, I said, “Well, I got thrown out of a church today.”

 

It was all a mistake, a misunderstanding and happened due to a lack of communication, but it happened. Being sixty-five and standing mid church with an eight-three year old friend, and former teacher, I was shocked. She was shocked.

 

My friend was a long time parishioner and had the keys so she could show me the renovations that had been accomplished over the years in the church nave, altar and chancel.

 

It was the priest’s day off, so he wasn’t wearing that little piece of white plastic around his neck when he approached us in the church. Recognizing my name, as someone he knew was dealing with the Safe Church team concerning a complaint brought against one of the priests in the dioceses, when my friend introduced us, made him fear he might be getting himself involved in some sort of  controversy. It’s a long story.

 

Minus the collar, which apparently makes him act more like a pastoral care provider, he panicked and reverted back to true male behaviour… First he turned puce, apologized to my friend and pointed at me and said, “You. You have to leave church property right now. I will apologize if I’m wrong, but you have to go.”

 

The two things these stories have in common are that after the altercations both Meegan and I had to sit in our respective cars to calm down before driving away and …  both incidents happened on a Monday.

 

Meegan’s only comment to my “you-have-got-to-be-kidding” Monday story was, “and you didn’t even get a gift card….”

 

Do churches even have ‘gift cards’?

 

Next time I’m getting ushered out of one I’ll have to enquire…LOL

 

- The End �"

 

November 28, 2013

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Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

I've had days in which several bad things happened, but only to me and not another family member. Hmmm. Very interesting that you and your daughter, both, would have such a crappy day. Oh, my--the trials of life.