I went to order home school curriculum one morning. My sister had come over and offered to stay with the kids so that I could go by myself – a rare treat. I was thinking about how wonderful it was going to be to just sit and fill out the papers without eight extra hands, eight extra feet, and most importantly four extra mouths.
I found the hotel where the A Beka materials display was being held and parked. I walked in thinking about how fast I had gotten there. I shook my head at myself for driving so far the last few years when this one was just down the road from my house?
Not seeing the usual poster display with directions, I waved my catalog in the air and asked the people behind the front desk where the A Beka book display was. “What?” they squinted their eyes at me.
“I’m here for the book display” I said again pointing to my catalog.
“Oh just set it on the end table” said the manager in a strong Indian accent thinking that I was there to drop off flyers.
“No, I’m here to order my books.” I insisted. This had happened to me before. I guess the front desk workers weren’t privy to this information. Maybe I was just there too early. “Don’t you have a man in here somewhere selling books?” I was practically using sign language.
“Well isn’t this 421 Airport Freeway?” I looked at them with a “duh” expression.
“No that is the La Quinta hotel…down the street.”