Ditz @ MindSay

Ok, I nominate myself for Dingbat of the Day.  Here's my account of what I did to deserve this honor.  Yesterday I made an appointment for a pedicure at the salon that my friend Stephanie goes to.  I even asked for the same woman that does Stephanie's nails.  I made the appointment in the morning , so I could drop off Sarah, and then go straight to the salon, and then I planned on running a bunch of errands.  So, this morning besides getting Sarah prepared for school (breakfast, make her lunch, pack her bookbag with show & tell item and her Mimi for naptime), I had to get all the stuff I needed for my errands prepared.  I remembered everything but the piece of paper that had the salon's name and phone number.  So, there I am at 9:30 driving around the strip mall looking for a nail salon named R Nails and not finding it at all.  I try to call Stephanie, but she's up north camping and there's no answer on her cell.  Finally at 9:45 I pull up to a place called M Nails and go in.  In very broken english the lady behind the counter asks me what I need.  I say, "I think I have an appointment here for 9:30 with Jesse?"  She nods her head and says, "Yeah, yeah, come in.  Pick your color.  She be with you in 5 minutes."  At this point I'm still not sure if it's the right place, but I check the price list and it's the price that Stephanie told me she pays, and then I spotted a gentleman working there and he too has broken english, like the guy who took my appointment over the phone, and so, I just figure it's the right place.  I get my pedicure, pay and go run the rest of my errands.  A couple of hours later Stephanie calls and says, "I saw that you called.  What did you need?"  I tell her my story and then she says, "Oh no, you went to the wrong place."  I got the location of the salon that Stephanie uses confused with the location of the salon that my neighbor, who does nails, use to work at.  I know, I know, how big of a dingbat can I be?  Pretty big.  At least my toenails look pretty.  Oh, and I did call the other salon and apologized profusely for missing my appointment. 

O god, O god O god! Ok I'm not the biggest coward. I called! It was the slowest dialing ever and I took so long the first time the robot lady told me to hang up and try again. I was mad at her but I did and I got an answering machine. I didn't leave a message, how bad is that? But I did call. Sexy voice, not what I imagined... I have problems with disimbodied voices, going back to work when I'd answer the phone and someone will come in and be like 'remember me we just talked' and I'd be thinking 'you're a man! you sounded like a woman!' Or even worse they'd be talking to me about what we talked about on the phone expect me to have figured out the voice on the phone matches the person.

 

I'm still a phone-a-phob but I did it. O and the message was those. 'hello... you have reached...' all formal sounding. I think it's a business number or number for clients or something. Mmmm clients... ::homer voice:: Clients are sexy. I like clients. Geez I'm giddy, not at all like me. I'm such a ditz right now! What happened to the eccentric independent chick I was in high school?

 

What a rush! Someone pop me! I have to much joy inside!

 

I should have left a message. I always do those wrong tho. I'd probably be like HI! and then burp as I do too often when I'm at home. And then I'd ramble and forget to say whose calling and throw in about 50 'ums.'

 

I'm still proud of myself tho, how sad is that!