Feb 13, 2018 18:42
While I was still at the school parking lot Saturday morning, having realized I'd gotten up and ready and everything for a solo contest that had been canceled, I called and texted Mr. C to say, hey, I'm here…and I'm guessing contest is off. I kept my phone on for much of the day but never heard anything. I thought that was odd, though par for the course, given everything else that (hadn't) happened. It dawned on me that perhaps he hadn't kept my cell phone number from the summer and had no idea who I was. I'd said my first name only in the voicemail, but hadn't used a name at all in the text since, y'know, all he'd have to do is scroll up in the conversation to realize who I was. Sunday, I emailed him to ask if contest would be rescheduled since I'd like to help out, and I gave him the two Saturdays I'm unavailable coming up; I also mentioned the messages I'd left and that I'd used my cell phone in case he didn't recognize who it was.
Today, I checked my phone as I left work and discovered two apologetic texts from him. He seemed really remorseful about the whole thing. He said he'd tried to contact me on Thursday, including emailing me, but I never got anything. When I replied, I said I realized later that I should have tried contacting him beforehand. He thought I was being very gracious about the whole thing and said he'd call me first once he had a rescheduled date. I'm hoping it's one of the Saturdays I'm available. I also said that a sorry goes a long way, and he'd said it in each of the first two texts (they were nearly identical so I'm not sure why I got two of them, but it's fine), so I could tell he felt bad about it. I will look back and laugh at this, and likely soon, but I really appreciate the apology. That's what I wanted more than anything at this point.
mr. c,
solo contest