Sometimes I’m a dick. Oh, I don’t mean to be, but my sarcastic
sense of humor comes into play and … I’m a dick.
Case in point: with Carlos’ eyesight getting worse, he has
chosen to stop playing with the local community band. He’s found a couple of
other people to play with, at hospitals and churches around town, and that’s a
better thing for him. But this past weekend our community band was having it’s
Christmas concert and since Carlos wasn’t playing he asked if I still wanted to
go. I said Yes, especially because I could sit in the audience with him.
The morning of the concert, I sarcastically asked what time
he wanted me to drop him off; he said we didn’t have to go if I didn’t want to,
but I said I was kidding and of course we were going. I spoke to my Dad that
day and told him we were going; I was doing chores and making Spicy Asian
Chicken and Rice soup that we could have after the concert. I planned on
getting the soup all done, then letting it simmer from 3 until 3:45, before the
concert, and then it would be ready to eat when we got home.
At 3PM, I set the soup to simmer and walked back to the office
where Carlos was working on the computer, and said, again, ‘What time do you
want me to drop you off?’ He turned around and said, ‘You don’t want to go, so we
won’t go.’
“I do want to go, I was just kidding. I’m gonna take a
shower and we can leave about 3:45.”
“The concert starts right now.”
Yes, I had screwed up the times, and then made stupid jokes
all day about not going, and now it looked like I was doing it on purpose. I
told Carlos I wasn’t showering; I was going to jeans-and-ball-cap it and we’d go.
Long story short: we were about 10 minutes late but saw most
of the concert and had a really wonderful time.
Lesson learned: don’t be a dick unless you absolutely,
positively, have the times right…or maybe don’t be a dick, period?
Yeah, that won’t happen. |