I think everything a teenager says should be bottled up and then given back to them in 30 years.
Just open up that jar of love and say, “Enjoy!”
Am I talking about my own kids?
Nope. Not yet.
I’ve still got 2 weeks to go before I officially have a teenager.
Nope. I’m talking about the lovely young receptionist at the swim lesson place my daughter goes.
The other day was a lazy morning for my daughter and I since we didn’t have to be anywhere bright and early. Granted, I had eaten, was showered and dressed in jeans a t-shirt by 8:30 but it was still all done at a leisure pace.
We showed up at the swim lesson shop about 8:56 for her 9 AM lesson. I took her clothes from her, grabbed her progress card, and gave Caroline her goggles.
After she was called into her class I walked over to the receptionist to schedule a make up class.
The young girl at the front desk told me there were two times available next week for a make up – a 9 AM lesson and a 10 AM lesson.
I hummed and hawed for a minute to myself, thinking about what I already had scheduled for that day.
I eventually said, “I’ll take the 10:00.”
To which she said, “Yay, that’s what I was thinking. You look like it was pretty rough for you to get here for 9.”
Just ponder that for a moment.
I looked at her and thought, “Did you really just say that to me?”
Oh yes she did.
I just walked away. It wasn’t worth it to get into it with her. After all, with those amazing people skills I’m not sure she’s going to be sitting at that receptionist desk too long. Just wait for some sleep deprived mom who’s hanging on by a string to come in their and get greeted with that.
Now if I could only figure out her last name, track her down in thirty years after she’s had a couple of kids, and open up that jar of love for her. Wouldn’t that be the best?