2nd October 2018
I had a simple job to do this evening. I had to pick Greer up from her counselling session. The place is along 24th street just before Bob Evans restaurant. “Yep! I know where that is, I have been there before” I said in a confident tone. In my minds eye I knew the route, a left turn up a small hill with the car park at the top. I set off, kept to the speed limits, made all the correct turns and got to the place a minute or two after six. Stopped the car and waited. Normally Greer would be waiting, but not this time. A few people left the building and drove off. Still no sign of Greer. A lady came to the door and appeared to lock it, then the lights went out. “Mmm” I thought, “Maybe the session over ran” I was making all kind of excuses to myself. Now it was six thirty, and it crossed my mind that maybe her Gran picked her up, and Kelli couldn’t reach me because I didn’t take my phone. I got out of the car and tried the main door, it was locked. There didn’t appear to be any sign of life inside apart from the cleaners. It didn’t dawn on me I was waiting at the wrong building.
I drove back to the house expecting to find Greer there, but she wasn’t, and neither was her car. That is when the sick feeling began. It got worse when I read the messages on my phone. Kelli had taken Greer’s car to collect her.
If I could find the spade I would have started to dig the hole to crawl into. Eventually they arrived back, I felt so embarrassed, even though Kelli was more concerned that something might have happened to me.
I now have to face the humiliation of being reminded of it, and comments like “Dinner is ready, if you can find the kitchen”.
I know this will go on the list of things to bring up at family gatherings until the end of time. I guess I deserve that.
Another Lifetime to go 