Manic Monday

I got a good deal on airfare this past weekend and flew out on Saturday to spend the weekend with my parents. While waiting at the airport this morning, in between announcements for a high school performance in the main promenade for Black History Month, I heard the following over the public address system:

 

“Karen Hughes, please dial extension 11690 …. Karen Hughes, extension 11690” 

 

I walked to the nearest telephone, dialed the extension, and identified myself someone bearing the same name as the former press secretary for President Bush. The operator connected me to a woman on the other end asking “this is Karen …hello? Hello?”  Realizing that the woman on the other end was not the Karen Hughes and I was not going to be patched through to the President of the United States, I quickly hung up.

 

One of the three professors that I have on Mondays sent out an email telling us class was canceled because of an emergency root canal surgery. The email that I received from another one of my Monday professors was not nearly as pleasant. I had emailed this professor last night informing him of my weekend getaway and of my inability to attend his class this morning. He wrote a one sentence reply informing me that I have missed three classes in a row. While I have missed three classes, they were not in a row. And I had told him ahead of time last week that I had to miss one of his classes because of an interview.

 

Too bad he wasn’t the one who had the emergency root canal.