I had a little extra money, and instead of putting it in my pocket, I chose to treat my grandchildren. I’d seen the TV commercials for the Chinese Shen Yun dancers, and I thought the bright colored costumes and synchronized movements would delight them.
COTU#1, COTU#2, COTU#3, my daughter, my SIL, my son, my DIL, and another person we’ll call a relative.
Eight tickets, REALLY nice seats. With fees and everything, damn near a thousand bucks. Incredibly extravagant in our world, but this was windfall money of a sort, and I wanted to give my family a treat.
The performance was last Saturday.
Well, on Friday, COTU#1 got sick. She had a lab test for something, and bells, whistles, and sirens went off, because they found trouble that had nothing to do with her original complaint. Her blood sugar was ridiculously high. She was immediately admitted to the hospital. She spent the weekend there so she could be stabilized.
That meant four unused tickets. Daughter, SIL, COTU#1, COTU#2
My DIL made some calls, and gave two of the tickets to my niece and her BF. I thought that was wonderful.
So here it is Monday, and I have not heard ONE. SINGLE. WORD. from my niece.
Now, perhaps there is a thank you note in the mail. If one does arrive, I’ll come back here and delete this post.
But until then, I think I’m having a snit.
Please, just tell me I’m being unreasonable…
~VOW
(note: COTU is a nickname for the grandchildren, meaning "Center of the Universe)