Last Sunday after Relief Society was over, my visiting teacher came up to talk to me. We chatted for a moment, and she told me a bit about a sledding accident that her son had over the holidays. I nodded politely with concern and expressed my dismay, as is socially required in such situations.
She then went on to ask when we could get started. As she is my visiting teacher, I just assumed that she meant she wanted to set up an appointment to come by and see me. We discussed our schedules and all was well until she told me that her 13 year old son got out of school at 3:30, so really any time after that. I was a bit confused, but made the assumption that she had to wait for him to come home? So I just went with it.
It was when she asked whether I wanted her son to bring his books, or if he should use mine, that I decided that we must be having 2 different conversations. This is also about the point that Seinfeld popped into my head. Because rather than stop her and say, "Wait. I have no idea what you are talking about," I just nodded my head and told her to bring his. And the thought crossed my mind that I didn't know what I was going to do with this kid when he showed up at my house on Wednesday afternoon, with a stack of books.
I may have started to panic a little bit at this point. How was I supposed to get out of this conversation with out making myself look like a total idiot? I was also racking my brain for reasons that her son wanted to come to my house with his books. And then she asked, "And you said $10 a lesson?"
I'm not gonna lie. I could use that extra $10 a week. But the thought of not knowing what, exactly, I would have to do to earn it, started to unnerve me.
"Are you sure you talked to me about this? Did you speak to my husband maybe?" I asked, trying to come up with services of mine that he would offer to other people. For money, no less.
"No.I talked to you. Last month. I'm sure I talked about it with you."
"No, no. I don't think it was me."
"Are you sure? I remember talking about this with you."
"Yeah. It wasn't me."
"But, aren't you Brooke?"
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