I have a few more entries for my book of bloopers.
Recently I've been thinking I should call the orchestra director at Manheim Central, Mrs. Kendig, and ask her a question about tuning a viola, since I now have a viola player on my worship team at church. Today I took something to the dry cleaners in Manheim. As I was about to leave, a man walked in that I thought was Mr. Metzger, the band director at Manheim Central. We said "hi" to each other. Before I walked out the door, it occurred to me that maybe he would know the answer to my question, so I said, "Hey, I have a question for you. Do you know anything about violas, like how they're tuned?" He looked a little blank, so I further explained, "Do you tune them exactly with the piano, or are they tuned differently?" He said, "I have no idea." I was a bit surprised, because I thought he knew everything about music. I said, "I guess Mrs. Kendig is the one to ask, right?" He seemed to agree. Then I blabbered on about having a viola player at church, etc. and that I just thought I'd take advantage of his presence and ask him. I walked out to my car, and it suddenly dawned on me that the man I was talking to was NOT Mr. Metzger. It was Ted Beck, the funeral director in Manheim. I could have gone right back in and explained my mistake, but I was too embarrassed, and could only think of disappearing as quickly as possible! I laughed the whole way to school. When I told the teachers they just screamed laughing. Frank Rittenhouse, the 3rd grade teacher, works part time for the funeral director, so I'll let him get the enjoyment of explaining my mistake to Ted Beck! And he WILL enjoy it, believe me. I hope I don't have to attend a funeral there anytime soon!!
The other entry for my book of bloopers is quite similar, actually. The Nolts, who bought our house last summer, went to Disney two weeks ago. Melissa's dad was planning to stay at the house while they were gone. Unfortunately, they ran out of oil the week before, and decided not to refill. They instead showed her dad how to work the coal stove. I had joked that I'd help him with the coal stove, since we had used it for 18 years.
The week they were gone, I was waiting with the last of the children to be picked up at dismissal time. In walked a man that I thought was Melissa's dad (he is a part-time janitor at our school.) I said, "HI THERE! Are you keeping warm?" He said, "Yeah, I'm keeping warm." I suddenly realized it wasn't Melissa's dad. So, having nowhere to disappear to, I explained who I thought he was, and why I had asked such a stupid question. I discovered he was a father I had never met who was there to pick up his son. I bet he'll never forget being asked by the music teacher if he's keeping warm.
I'd better just learn to keep quiet. My brain can't be trusted anymore.