This weekend Pat and I took the kids to the Spring Fair. When will I ever realize that the fair ALWAYS sounds like more fun in my head?? This may be the third or fourth time I’ve blogged about the fair and not ONE of my fair posts talks about what a blast we had.
It’s too crowded.
We spend too much.
The animals smell.
We get jacked playing games.
There’s always traffic.
The kid’s whine and want stuff and whine some more.
And apparently this contraption crashed and fell apart just TWO days before we got there.
That would have been nice to know before I loaded my kids on more dangerous thrill rides.
This trip actually wasn’t that bad. We had all the ingredients for a successful trip…and by “all ingredients for a successful trip” I simply mean the kids were all in good moods.
In fact the only problem we had happened to occur within the first thirty seconds of entering the fair gates and I take full responsibility.
Someone handed me a card and directed me to some kiosks where I could insert the card and possibly win 50 grand. That’s a lot of money so I figured, why the heck not.
I didn’t win the money, but a lovely man in a suit offered to take my card and escorted me to his table where I was the recipient of a sales pitch. Ten minutes later I found myself signed up for a 90 minute class next Saturday. Apparently all I have to do is show up to this class and watch a video and I get a 2 night stay in a hotel, a 100 dollar gift card to Olive Garden and two 20 dollar gas cards.
Pat: Geez Kat! That took 10 minutes!!
me: What was I supposed to do!?!
Pat: Ummmm…tell him no thanks and that you’re family is waiting to go look at cows??
me: Well I couldn’t just cut him off….
Pat: So what did you do??
me: I told him I’d go the class…
Pat: (cracking up) Kat those are high pressure sales pitches! Their commission is riding on getting you to purchase a time share…they’re gonna make you feel really guilty and I’ve even heard of some that insult you for wasting their time…
me: But I told him I wasn’t going to buy anything.
Pat: It doesn’t matter, he’s going to really pressure you and you CAN’T give in!! Don’t buy anything ok??
me: I’ll try not to.
Pat: No! DON’T buy anything. Just go there, listen and no matter HOW good the deal sounds DON’T buy anything.
me: Ok!! Ok. I can do it.
Pat: I can’t believe you got yourself into that. Why can’t you just tell people no??
me: I can!! But he was nice and I figure we wanted to take the kids to Victoria anyway…now we might be able to do it for free.
Pat: Okay…well we’ll see about that.
me: You’ll be thanking me over seafood portofino and margaritas next weekend.
What Pat DOESN’T know is that I gave the guy 20 bucks to reserve my spot in the class. I KNOW!!!! Why did I DO that!?!?! It was the PERFECT opportunity to stop him right there and say “I don’t have twenty dollars, no thank you, I don’t feel comfortable with that. And goodbye.” But I didn’t.
Sigh.
It’s refundable and I get it back as soon as I show up. I think it ensures that people actually go and don’t cancel their appointments.
Either that or the whole thing is a scam and someone just got 20 dollars richer. Ohhhh man am I in trouble if that’s what happened. I don’t think Pat would divorce me per se, but I do think I’d receive a healthy dose of silent treatment.
I’m nervous. I don’t want to go by myself. I don’t want someone to high pressure sell me.
I just want my 20 dollars back.
My appointment is for next Saturday at 2pm…wish me luck…all words of wisdom are appreciated.
Let us pray.
God is love.
Rev Run.