No one listens to me. Ever. I’m not sure if it’s the quietness of my voice or the fact that I sound like a child, but for some reason, I’m constantly saying, “I told you so.” Except I’m too nice to actually say it.
At the end of June, I made an appointment to have my wedding dress altered. Here’s how that phone call went.
Thoughtsy: Hello, I need to make an alterations appointment for my wedding dress.
Seamstress: When is your wedding?
Thoughtsy: September 7th.
Seamstress: Oh my…you need to come in right away.
Thoughtsy: Yeah…that’s not going to happen. I’m about to move, and then I’m headed to Greece. The earliest I can come in is the end of July. Plus…I’m pregnant. I don’t think you want to do the alterations too soon.
Another lady calls me back, and I tell her I’m pregnant, and she’s not sure the end of July is enough time. A third lady calls me and says everything will be fine as long as I come in as soon as I return from Greece.
I take the afternoon off work, put the dress on, and come out of the fitting room.
Seamstress: I see in your file you’re a mother-to-be. Congratulations!
Seamstress: We don’t like to do alterations on mothers to be this soon. We like to wait until about 3 weeks out. So let’s make another appointment for you.
Translation: This appointment was 100% usless. Sorry to have wasted your time.