If I Ran the Circus

I totally already run a circus. Good thing it’s an awesome circus, cause, baby, it’s exhausting! I won’t bore you with all the
details, but here’s a funny anecdote from Friday.

With one child off playing softball and one working, and one—this is the not so funny part—being evaluated for a concussion, I run to pick up fourth child at his track meet invitational, where the following conversation takes place.


Gate Lady: It’s seven dollars admission.
Me: You’re kidding. 
Gate Lady: No. Not kidding.
Me: I’m not here to watch the meet. I just need to pick up my son.
Gate Lady: Seven dollars.
Me: I don’t have seven dollars on me.
Gate Lady: There’s an ATM at the bottom of the hill.
Me: You mean down by the Target? That’s three miles away.
Gate Lady: What do you want me to do?
Me: Well, since you asked… I want you to let me in so I can get my kid and get back to my baby, who’s happens to be sitting in the ER one town over.
Gate Lady: I can’t let you in if you don’t pay. That’s against the rules.
Me: Whose rules?
Gate Lady: Listen, ma’am. I don’t think for myself, okay? I just do what I’m told.
Me: O.O
Gate Lady: …
Me: Please tell me you’re not an educator.
Gate Lady: I teach science. Are you interested in the school district?
Me: Only in the most horrified kind of way.

These slice of life posts always crack me up when I go back and read them years later. By the way, no concussion for my youngest. Yay!

Oh, hey! My niece got into Notre Dame. Such an amazing girl. She totally deserves it. Also, today is my anniversary. Twenty years, baby. Feels like no time at all. Mostly because that guy I married is more awesome than ever.

And that’s the eleven o’clock news. Thanks for tuning in. ;)