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Things I Get in Trouble For

In case it isn't already patently obvious from some of my posts, I tend to be a bit of a smart aleck (this is a pretty good example). I have a quirky sense of humor and I am not afraid to use it. It means that other people bring their wits, too, so it's not at all rare for other people to make fun of me. It comes with the territory, so I don't begrudge anyone their jokes, especially since I tend to find it funny, too. And heck, if I've earned it, I'll take my lumps.

Sometimes, though, I get some lumps that I may not have earned. Those are almost always universally amusing, because they involve some sort of wacky misunderstanding or some sort of goofy lead up. These, my friends, are a couple of those stories:
  • A while back, a few of us decided to have lunch together. We needed to settle on a time for lunch, but the other two had relatively free schedules. That left it to me to decide on the time. It just so happened that I was chatting with one of the two lunch friends a short time after, and she joked that I should pick some really random time just for kicks. So, I did. Lunch was set for 12:33 (PM, for the record. I'm not crazy enough to try to schedule lunch a little after midnight).

    The odd-time friend and I had decided to ride together, however, so we then had to settle on when to meet up before the appointed lunch hour. Since she had been in favor of quirky times, I wrote her emailing outlining that I'd pick her up "between 11:27 and 11:52." That actually included a typo, since I didn't actually need to give myself a 25 minute window. However, this fact did not go unnoticed.

    Shortly thereafter, she questioned the surprisingly large window. I admitted to the typo, to which she replied, with a laugh, "oh okay, good. I was about to be highly offended. I'm not nearly that unreliable."

    Great. After playing along with a joke and an unintended typo, I was getting yelled at. Sure, it was mock yelling, but it was yelling nonetheless. This was actually what put the idea for this blog post in my head, since I distinctly remember thinking, "I sure do get in trouble for some interesting things ..."
  • My brother moved after getting married, so he no longer lives all that closely to me. I still see him around plenty, but it involves more driving now. Sometimes he drives, and sometimes I drive. That's just how it goes. Since seeing him involves a drive, though, I will occasionally stop off to see other friends who live close to him.

    Note, however, that I said I will occasionally make a detour to see my friends. I don't always do this, since circumstances don't always make this all that easy to do. On one of these occasions, I drove to see my brother and I didn't have a chance to stop off anywhere else. I had a good time and all, and moved about my business.

    A few weeks later, though, I happened to be chatting with one of my friends that live near my brother. I mentioned that I had been in the area, and she immediately gave me a hard time for not visiting her. There were some fake tears (side note: the phrase "crocodile tears" doesn't seem entirely appropriate here, but is there a similar phrase that would make sense?) involved, a guilt trip, and I think the phrase "broken heart" may have been bandied about.

    Mind you, this is the same person who makes her way down to my neck of the woods fairly regularly for family and work commitments. Not surprisingly, I don't necessarily see her every time she is around. That's who was giving me a hard time at the moment. Given that, I was not at all surprised to see a laugh a few moments later. Still, I couldn't help but chuckle and note that my friends sure do like teasing me even when I'm completely innocent.
  All in all, I'm not going to complain, especially since I have been known to dish out some teasing on occasion. Still, all of this leads me to the conclusion that I lead a rough life.
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