The phone rang. It was during our school time when I usually just let the phone ring, but for some reason I answered it. It was a lady calling me with an awesome promotion for a stay in Branson. We had a fabulous time for our family vacation there last year and would love to go back some time so I listened intently. I mean, it’s not like it would take much to talk me into it. She went on and on singing the praises of this wonderful deal. Finally, she asked how many would be traveling with me.
“We’re a family of seven.”
“….uh…so that’s five kids and two parents?”
“Yes…” We’d be leaving the dogs at home. Har har.
Silence. “Oh. I’m sorry. I can’t help you.” And she hung up. Ah hahaha. Is that discrimination? I think that’s discrimination! To their credit they did call me back a week later with a deal that would accommodate seven people, but I didn’t have the heart to tell her that the lodgings I found last year were much more economical, fabulous, and we weren’t roped into spending hours of our vacation listening to a time share spiel that we weren’t interested in, thank you very much!