Wednesday, September 05, 2007
( 6:58 AM ) teahouse
Playing Hard to Get
I'm back in town for good this time.
August was so busy in terms of travel, that I'm exhausted. Looking forward to an uneventful September. At home!
So the Fiance and I have set a wedding date, and I am trying to work out the logistics of the wedding ceremony with my church. For the past couple of days I've been playing phone tag with my priest. Let's call him Father O'Halloran.
I'm telling you, this man is hard to get a hold of! Yesterday he called me and left me a voicemail at work saying, "THB, this is Father O'Halloran. I got your message, and it sounds fine. There are some things I need from you before the ceremony. Please call me back at 212-xxx-xxxx and we can talk today."
Not 2 minutes later, I dialed that number and was greeted by a surly Parish secretary (why are Parish secretaries always surly?)
"Father O'Halloran is not in today" she said sternly. "It's his day off."
"But he just called me not 2 minutes ago and gave me this number to call him back!" I protested.
"Sorry," she said, in a voice that clearly conveyed that she thought I had made up the whole story, and that I couldn't possibly have received a message from him. "I haven't seen him all day. He's not available until tomorrow."
Frustrated, I hung up. And waited in vain for the rest of the day for him to return the call.
It just proves the old adage: Men never call when they say they will!
Even the men who have taken a vow of celibacy. A girl always ends up waiting by the telephone. #