Adam@Home by Rob Harrell for March 18, 2024

you should appreciate him, coming on his own feet without being dragged, to a table face to face with Ms Fancy, Katy.

From Not Always Right : When The Karma Finally Registers

I am running the check-in booth at the library for a children’s event. A mom comes up with two young children.

Mom: In a low voice “Hi. I completely forgot that we were supposed to register for the event. Is there any chance there’s still space for us? I understand if not.”

Me: “Absolutely! If you could sign in on this paper, you’re all set to go!”

Mom: “Oh, my gosh, thank you! You’re the best. I really appreciate it. I’ll be sure to register for any other events in the future.”

Me: “No problem! Enjoy the show.”

She moves to the side to fill out the information while I continue to check in other families. A woman right behind the mom speaks in a very snooty and loud voice:

Woman: “Checking in for [Woman]. We actually registered, unlike some people.”

I look through our list of registered people, and guess what name I can’t find?

Me: “Unfortunately, it does not look like you are on our list. Any chance you have an email with the confirmation?”

The woman’s face drops. She pulls out her phone and looks through it for a minute.

Woman: Now in a hushed voice “My niece said she registered, but I don’t know.”

Me: “Well, we still have plenty of room, so you’re more than welcome to still join. However, let’s make sure we’re registered for other events, okay?”

She very quickly filled out her information and hurried away from the booth. The nice mom, who had overheard the entire thing, looked pretty amused.

NOT my story.

Will he EVER grow up??

Nah—I guess not, or there would be no strip to speak of.

And what type of beverage would one find in a barn?

I love these storylines!

Least he wore a nice outfit!

You’re lucky he came at all. I wouldn’t attend any tea party with that creepy rabbit.

Ms. Fancy is one to talk of barns, she is a rabbit, after all.

It is gauche to bring coffee to a tea party, in the opinion of Ms Fancy. Of course she was born in a hutch.

Oh, yes, there’s cookies. Baked with loving snark… ☺

He’s a grown man. He needs the real stuff, not that fake stuff. And to put up Ms Fancy, he probably spiked it.

Uh oh. Here comes Fancy’s passive aggressive attitude toward Adam.

Adam looks like a more fatherly James Bond.