Donkey At A Tea Party

I am such a goof.

Today was the new comer’s coffee at the girl’s school. I dropped the little lovelies off and proceeded to the ISB Upper School campus where I met many wonderful parents from all over the world.  We introduced ourselves, there were maybe 40 of us, each giving our name, country of origin, and children’s grades.  I was insanely happy to meet two women from Canada, both affiliated with the Canadian embassy. Almost all parents were from an embassy, we were one of the rarer exceptions.  We chatted and exchanged phone numbers. In my excitement of actually having met adults, English-speaking adults no less, my phone rang. I picked it up and asked who it was, wholly unaware that it was the woman standing right in front of me.  Right. In. Front. Of. Me. She had actually said she was going to call me just then to make sure she had my number correct and, me being me, didn’t clue in when my phone rang, so I actually asked who it was.  In my defense, I was expecting a call from IKEA this morning. We all had a good laugh at my expense. I told them to expect more of where that came from and that they’ll likely see me walk into a wall or have something in my teeth.

Me and the embassy clique. Kinda like a donkey at the Queen’s tea party.

I swear I must look a little like this half the time….

Author: S.L.Luck

Writer of fiction, non-fiction, and stories in between.

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