Monday, October 15, 2007

Dad, where are you?

That was Franny on the phone. Not what you usually want to hear when you pick up.

I'm putting on my shoes and getting ready to go, I said. It was 8 o'clock, and I needed to fetch Frank from her acting class at 8:30. But as soon as I said the words I realized I was really supposed to be there at 8, not 8:30. Damn!

Years ago, when I was a reporter at the Seattle Times, I was sitting around shooting the breeze with my editor one evening around 5. I casually asked how Jake was doing, her son who was about 11 at the time. Oh shit, Kathy said, and went literally running out of the newsroom. Turned out she was supposed to pick him up after school at 3 or 3:30, and he'd been standing on a corner waiting for her all that time. I can still see the horror on her face. It's the worst.

Anyway, Franny was fine, even though it was cold and dark outside at Seattle Center. Her acting teacher, a very nice guy named Andy, stood outside waiting with her. When I introduced myself and apologized (to both of them) he acted like it was no big deal, happens all the time. But I felt like world's biggest idiot.


Janice said...

It is awful. A few weeks ago my sister called me at work and said "just wanted to make sure you remembered the girls." I said, "I forgot, I'm going now, I still have time to make it if I hurry." She laughed, "No, really." I said, "I'm not kidding." I got her girls a little late but not fatally late. They got in the car and said accusingly, "why are you late." I said, "I forgot you." They laughed, "No, really." I guess I had a good reputation for being on time.

Mark said...

Funny/horrible how the truth sounds like a joke. Nobody can believe "I forgot," and surely if you really did forget you wouldn't say so.

Thanks for sharing your story, Janice.