*Burrrr*
So there is a play I’ve been wanting to go to all week. My sister in Christ Julie Krutz had sent out an open invitation on facebook inviting whoever was free to go to the performance of the Burial at Thebes with comp tickets she was about to acquire.
I desperately miss theatre since my days and night of it have become limited to almost nothing since I left high school. I take full advantage now of any free theatre opportunities I can get and I cherish my lost art like a fine piece of treasure that is discovered again after thousands of years…that is, when time permits.
This very Sunday was on of those days where time was to be my friend. Like every other Sunday I have what has become my regular schedule of
- Church in the morning 8am-11:30 or 12pm,
- free-time (usually filled with football/eating) till 6:30 then
- life group at 7pm till 9 when I
- dash back to Brooklyn Park to begin my graveyard shift at Target Greatland by 10 pm.
Sundays as you might have guessed…I don’t get much time to rest.
This Sunday i was happy because even though I’d failed to be able to get to a Burial at Thebe’s during the week because of sleep and a lack of good timed transportation. I’d found time in my schedule today during that assigned “free time” to attend a matinee performance with a free complementary ticket from the wonderful Julie K.
After church which went smoothly, I attended with many other members of my congregation the annual quarterly church meeting. The meeting was done at about 1:11pm and I was happy to have a good 2 hours before I suspected that the performance was to begin. I got home around 1:45 and had just enough time to lose an arguement over the computer when I decided to lay down and nap a little before 2:30 when I was to be heading to the theatre to exchange my comp ticket for a regular one.
My phone alarm rang and woke me from my short nap perfectly at 2:25 everything was going smoothly when it came to a ride to the theatre…brought on my my brother Tyler…who doesn’t do well under the pressure my mother puts on him.
I got out of the car and watched it drive away and merrily skipped to the theatre entrance happily anticipating the performance. I’d never heard the story of the Burial at Thebes but I’d heard good and bad things about this particular performance that I wanted to discern out myself.
I get to the first door smoothly and I locate my ticket in my pocket…I can see the box office…I get to the second door and…wait, IT’S LOCKED?! Was I at the wrong door? Am I now too early? I check my watch…no, it is 2:40 a great time to exchange my ticket…oh my, I hope I have the right date! I think to myself.
Then a woman comes slowly up to the door and opens it from the inside. “yes?” she asks. “I was told I could exchange this comp ticket for a regular one to see the show.” I tell her “The show began 40 minutes ago.” the woman explained in a stern voice. “I was told it started at 3″ I said…in denile. ” It has always been this way” the woman said as she slams the door in my face.
Gosh! Not Again! I think…this can’t be happening again! this is crazy that something like this would happen to me…not once, but TWICE in a couple of months when I’ve wanted to see plays. The first time I came five minutes late and because of special rules I wasn’t allowed in until intermission. And now this time when I’ve miss a majority of the play itself…I have terrible timing~!
So I’m outside in the cold now and my mom and brother are now five minutes toward my brothers work by now.
So I consider my options one: call mom to come back…can’t I have no minutes. two: text mom…I’ll try…they go through…yet I get no response so because I have no minutes I probably aren’t getting any text messages through. Okay what to do…well, there is the bus, I could go to Tom and Leo’s house they live right down the street, but that would be rude to show up unannounced. So, the bus back to my mom’s house…fine it comes at 3:04 and it is 2:44 now…this sucks.
So I go to the nearest store entrance and I wait. 3:04 comes around and I jump on the nearest 22d heading in the direction of my mom’s place and …wait, brooklyn park? Could I go ALL THE WAY HOME?
nah, I’ll go to my mom’s house because it would be a waste of time for me to get to BP to have to turn all the way back around to come back to the city for Life Group.
Gosh, Now I Wonder ‘does the 22d go down Olsen Memorial?’ I ask the driver…nope it doesn’t but it goes right next to Olsen Memorial…wow there’s a 19b right in front of us..I know for sure that the 19b goes down Olsen Memorial right next to my mom’s place. but I just miss it at the Nicollet stop downtown. At Olsen I will be so close to the house that I will probably be able to be picked up by my mom anyway. She is probably going back to the house after she drops off my little brother Tyler at work anyway. She is probably there already. Okay well here’s Olsen my stop.
I get off.
I’ll just try to contact my mom to ask her to pick me up…I am what? a mile away from home…too much to walk and a 20 second drive no problem.
But how now will I contact her…oh! Google Voice…I get onto the internet on my phone…the only thing that is still working and paid off after my minutes are gone. Gosh I wish I had money.
Yes I can sign onto Google Voice from my phone and i can send SMS messages…wow, it works.
What else is there to do? I text and explain but I don’t get a quick response back…she probably isn’t near her phone.
I wait…the wind is really picking up.
my fingers are beginning to freeze, I should have brought gloves…
I am never prepared.
I text again…and I’m ten seconds away from a total SOS… I go through my google voice contact list…Jeremy? (no he’s in New Ulm)…Jimmy? (No he will want to hangout for the rest of the afternoon)…Papa (no. that would be awkward and I don’t want to ask him for anything and have him think I’m using him.)
What if I freeze to death out here?…the wind is really picking up and the snow is coming down all of a sudden very heavily.
Oh wait…she sent me a message back…where am I?! I just said where…
I text her back…
wait…here comes the bus.
a 19 yes~!
oh man I just got on the bus and she says she’s ‘on her way’.
I’ll text her and hopefully she’ll get this in time to know that she doesn’t have to leave the house because I’m already heading her way.
…I hope she get it…what if she’s already at the stop looking for me…I’ll text her again.
I’m outside and walking…and still no sign of her car…
I am a half a block away from the house and here she is pulling up along side me.
I cross the street and get in…THANKS MOM for coming to get me.
“You should have stayed where you were” my mom complains
“It was freezing and My phone and fingers were freezing.”
“I was over south and I stopped everything I was doing to come get you…you should have stayed at the Theatre and called me.”
“I’m out of minutes.”
“Then How did you text me?”
“Google Voice Online on my phone.”
“You should have been wearing your hood”
“It Blew off.”
By this time the snow is so hard and bad that we can’t see the car in front of us.
“Don’t ever do that again…now I have to go all the way back South so go finish my carwash!”
“Can you drop me off at your place so I can check my email?”
“You think I will just be your driver for the rest of your life don’t you?”
“No.”
“Get out of my car…”
I get out of her car now that she’s dropped me off at her place I get inside and check my google voice to see how well everything went.
this is 2:40-4:00.
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Me to Mom RIta Salone (952) 452-1478 – mobile
2/14/10 3:48 PM
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