How does one little incident turn into such a big hullabaloo? It was no big deal. The tickets were paid for and none of the money came out of my pocket. Of course I wondered where they were. They are always pushing me to make sure I don’t leave them. Yes, I called each of them to see where they were. Yes, I went to their doors and knocked to try and find them. Yes, I searched around the usual places they hang out without finding them. Yes, I went and sat on the front porch waiting for departure time where three others joined me and I told them what I was doing. Now it is all my fault.
The first I heard of my sins was when Kiki knocked on my door to tell me I had told her the tickets were for tonight. She got the from the phone message that she only listened to this morning. Actually I never told them anything. I gave each a written notice with all the details before they ever gave me money for the Cinderella tickets. Can we use the tickets for tonight? No, they were reserved seats and they were for Friday night. Did I try to get the money back? No. Why? Because it is not their responsibility to make sure we get seats for a show because we did not come on the night assigned. But we thought it was tonight, not last night. If you want to go over and explain your thinking, be my guest. I doubt it would be persuasive. Besides, tonight is closing night and it will be packed. It was three quarters full on Friday. So you are not going to give my money back? No, I am not. Well, I’ll get even someway. You’re welcome to try but I have no idea why I am responsible for your inability to track your own plans. Well, Maria wanted to go out, so I went along. Maybe you should think for yourself and tell her you had plans. She didn’t say anything about the plans. So now it’s also her fault. Kiki, I love you, but just accept the fact that you made a mistake and missed the performance. YOU MADE THE MISTAKE. No one made that for you. The money was spent and it is not coming back. Accept it.
I expected Maria to come next, but I didn’t see her until I went to do my laundry at about 5:00. As I usually do, I worked on the puzzle while my clothes were washing. She came out of her room and began by telling me she had come to talk to me but I didn’t answer the door. She guessed I was gone. Actually I had gone back to bed. For some reason I was tired. Leslie came out and invited me to have supper with her, Maria and Kiki. I agreed. It was at the dinner table that I faced new and improved accusations. You told everyone how mad you were about us not being there. If they said I was mad, that was their interpretation. It was your money and your choice. My concern was how long should I wait for you to return. Well, Chas said… (Who knows what – to the best of my knowledge it sounded nothing like anything I had said … I don’t know what his spin was. Then Gail said … (again, she said what? I doubted it). Oh well! They made it perfectly clear that they missed the show because it was my fault. Hummmm! No wonder I’m tired. I had no reason to be mad at them. I did try to explain that I was not mad, but Chas said… and Gail said… I get it. The truth is not what I said it was but how it was interpreted and then how you reinterpreted the interpretation. Got that. A perfect example of gossip at work!
I had supper, left to get my laundry and escaped to my apartment. I think I’ll try to find some violent movie with car crashes, gunfights, fistfights, explosions and other assorted mayhem. It will help me release my aggression. I will atone for my sins at a later date — after I figure out what I atone for.
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