Maybe The Heat Goes To Their Heads
When Dr. Mad Scientist came down, he brought a bunch o'junk with him that I've determined we don't need, namely a TV/VCR combo. (We could have put it in Chunky's room, but that's a road I'm not going down--I never had a TV in my room as a kid--why should he???)
So I freecycled it. The first person I contacted never emailed me back. So I went for another.
We set it up so she could pick it up on her way to pick up her daughter from school today. Or so I thought. Apparently she didn't read her email and sent me this scathing response:
"I promise you I am not a flake. I wish you would call me so I could explain better than this email. Anyway I live outside 1604 and 281 and I drive all the way over to Vance Jackson to take my daughter to school. When I didn't hear from you before I left for school, I came back home and then read your email intending to pick it up before I picked her up from school, but I didn't hear from you. I have to take her to piano after school and then it started raining and the traffic. Would it be ok to pick it up Thursday after I drop her to school? I appreciate your patience. I have one 3 yr old, two 4 yr olds, and a first grader (and a dog named Cinco) Do you have any children?"
Oh wah. Cry me an effing river honey. I can tell you right now if she has to drive her daughter that far to school then she's going to a private school and piano? Gee, must be nice.
She did write me a tail between the legs email AFTER she finally got around to reading my response.
But the whole "Do you have kids?" remark really gets under my skin. I wish I could have gone into a long diatribe about how nice it must be to obviously have the option to stay at home raising your children and still send them to private school and piano lessons.
And god knows that because she's got a dog named Cinco that I must not completely understand where she's coming from.
I'll bet you twenty dollars they named the dog Cinco because he's got a long dog weiner.
But I took the high road and I emailed her back in response to her "apology" email explaining the TV was available whenever she wanted to pick it up and that I was a working mother and understood how these things go.
She was probably left out in the sun too much as a baby or raised by a pack of wild long-donged dogs.