Friday, February 04, 2005

Dumb

Smartmom made the dumbest faux pas yesterday morning; She could just kick herself. She ran into the mother of a girl in OSFO's class crossing Second Street with her daughter on the way to PS 321. Her daughter is "an alpha girl;" a popular girl; one of those girls who always seems to be at the social epicenter. Or so she thought.

Smartmom said to the mom: "Do you know what day E.'s birthday party is on?" or something like that referring to the upcoming birthday party of another little girl (Smartmom asked because she'd misplaced the invitation) The mom said: "I don't know," with a funny look on her face. "She wasn't invited to E.'s party."

Oops.

Smartmom went on to cover herself by saying: "I thought your daughter was friends with E." To which the other mom replied, "So did I..."

Smartmom just kept stepping into deeper doo doo. And she felt like the biggest cad in the world. Lesson: never assume that someone is invited to a birthday party. Not even the "popular girl." And never ask anyone unless you are absolutely sure.

The social life of seven year olds is so damn complicated.

And lo and behold, The Judge showed up. He was hanging around to watch OSFO get a late pass but OSFO didn't get a late pass because she was ON TIME, Judge. ON TIME, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. Smartmom was quietly gloating.

But The Judge did manage to catch Smartmom's little gaffe. "You probably hurt that child's feelings blurting it out that way," he opined. "You should really be more careful about what you say."

"Shoo, shoo, out of my way, please," Smartmom said, making sure that none of the other parents could hear. She walked briskly down Seventh Avenue until she remembered that she had a meeting with a friend at Mojo. "You forgot, didn't you?" said The Judge. "Ever hear of an engagement book?"

"I've got one thank you," Smartmom said walking quickly in the other direction. "Well, it might be a good idea to look at it every now and then. Just a thought," he said.

"Up yours," she sneered as she walk-ran to Third Street.

"I'm just trying to help," his voice trailed away as he disappeared into the sky becoming a tiny speck like a lost balloon.

2 Comments:

At 6:13 AM, Blogger Savtadotty said...

He's a cloud up there, right next to Woody Allen's mother.

 
At 11:24 AM, Blogger Udge said...

I thought the gorilla got his mother?

 

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