When the phone rings after 10pm and I’m sleeping soundly at a totally realistic bedtime for totally normal people, a couple of things race through my mind.
The first is what day is it? This one usually depends on how deep into my slumber I have fallen but can go so far as wondering what season it is, what year and whether or not I’m late for a University exam or if I’ve messed up someone’s dinner order while waitressing.
The second is, do I have an appropriate, clean, ready-to-wear outfit for the funeral of the person I’m about to be told has died suddenly. Why else would anyone think it was okay to call after 10pm?
Our phone rang last night at 10:52pm and you guessed it, it was basketball related. I should have guessed.
The woman on the other end of the phone introduced herself and at first I wasn’t sure if I should pretend to have been awake to a) make her feel less guilty and b) make myself seem way cooler or if I should play up the groggy card to send a message to be spread the world over, “BASKETBALL REGISTRATION CONFIRMATION CALLS CAN WAIT UNTIL MORNING!”
I don’t know where to begin with this one but Marla who probably works full time during the day and is undertaking a volunteer position with this nutty, disorganized basketball league is likely just trying to get done what she can during the hours she has available and I find that commendable. I wonder if at any point she looked at the clock on her microwave and thought, “hmmm, 10:52pm, that’s cutting it close but it’s not yet 11pm so, ring ring.”
I would prefer it obviously if she could call at say 8pm to confirm that Liz Hastings is in fact registered for Rookie Girls basketball. For starters, Liz Hastings isn’t registered for anything except a season’s pass at the sleep clinic. Hanna is registered, she’s been to a practice and an email sent to Leah (me) and then to Tina (also me) confirmed that Chloe (Hanna) would be playing basketball on Saturdays. I thought we had sorted this all out.
The next person to phone me in the middle of the night and by middle of the night I mean after 10pm will receive a basketball through their window. Unless of course it’s to tell me someone has died at which time you will be forgiven and I’ll be at the dry cleaners.
