One more real life update then we'll move on.
First, I'm going to apologize. TRs are supposed to be fun.
This isn't going to be fun.
As a matter of fact, feel free to skip this whole part if you'd rather keep it light.
If you do decide to read on, don't say you weren't warned.
I promise though, once I get this out of my system, it's back to Hawaii.
So unfortunately our Montreal Dance excursion didn't end too well.
Two things marred the trip. I'll start with the second thing first.
A cab from the hotel to the airport is $40 a limo is $92. I thought it would be nice to have a limo take us back to the airport. Sort of put a nice ending on the trip, you know? I asked another dancer's mom if she'd be interested in splitting a limo and she liked the idea and said, "Sure."
I decided that it would be even nicer if it was a stretch limo. The price was $143 but I thought, "What the heck, let's splurge and go in style." I called the limo company and arranged to have a car pick us up the next day at noon.
The next morning, Elle and I were down in the lobby waiting for the other two to join us when I saw another mom and daughter from the same dance school. I asked if she was going to the airport and she said yes. I asked if she wanted to go by limo (it seats 8) which split 3 ways would be cheaper than a cab ($31). She was really happy about it.
At 11:55 I go outside to see if the car is waiting. It should be, right? Nope. No car. I wait a few more minutes and start getting nervous. I call the limo company and they tell me they'll find out where the driver is and call me back.
By now the other mom is getting nervous (she was on an earlier flight and should've already left). I tell her to take a cab and apologize profusely.
I felt like a total... rear end.
12:05 the limo company calls me back and tells me that the driver is stuck somewhere and the car won't be coming. Or any car.
To say I was a little annoyed is an understatement. When you have to be somewhere, don't you leave early just in case you get stuck in traffic or something?
Not impressed.
But that pales in comparison to the other thing that happened.
When the awards ceremonies were over, we left the theater and headed out to take the subway back to the hotel. On the ride out, Elle opens her boxes with her medals and sees that instead of having 2 gold and 1 silver medal, she has 1 gold, 1 silver and 1 bronze.
Needless to say, she was very upset. We have a wall in the basement where Elle displays all her medals and certificates she's earned in dance.
I could see how upset she was, so we turned around and took another subway and returned to the theater.
Two years ago, we attended the same organizations' competition in Vancouver. There they ran out of medals. I was worried that they wouldn't have a gold medal for Elle. Several of her friends didn't get medals.
Here we go again.
There was a gala that was going to be performed that night and the doors to the auditorium were closed with ushers keeping people out.
I looked around to see if any of the organizers were around and saw someone come out from the auditorium. I noticed that they were rehearsing for the gala. Obviously the right people would be backstage.
I marched to the doors and opened one. An usher grabbed my hand and asked, "Can I help you, sir?"
I already told you that "sir" is never a good thing. This time though, I was p*ssed and didn't care. I shook off the usher, told him, "Don't worry about it" and told Elle to follow me. Another usher rushed over and tried to intercept us, calling out, "Sir! Sir! Can I help you? Sir! Sir!"
I ignored him and marched backstage. The director (if that's what you call the lady that runs the competition, I'll call her Barbie) was there and I calmly, politely told her that we had received a bronze medal instead of a gold, and could we exchange it please.
She asked someone where the medals were and the guy she asked said that they had run out before the end of the awards ceremony. Barbie turns to me and says they don't have any.
Me:"Why did you run out?"
Barbie:"Because we have to order them two months in advance and we don't know how many we'll give out."
Me:"You don't know how many you'll need? It's simple math. Take the maximum number of kids that could win and order that many." I also thought that you'd have to add at least 10% in case of ties, but I didn't want her brain to explode.
Barbie:"We don't know how many there'll be, people are still qualifying in May."
Now I'm thinking that maybe you shouldn't run a competition until you have all your numbers, but...
Me:"You ran out 2 years ago in Vancouver and now you ran out here, too?"
Barbie:"We didn't give out medals in Vancouver."
Me, incredulous:"You're telling me that you didn't give out medals in Vancouver? And run out?"
Barbie looks uncertain then: "What do you want me to do about it? These medals are expensive they're $10 each. I can give you two silver for the bronze."
Me, even more incredulous:"We don't want two silvers, we want a gold."
Barbie:"Well the bronze almost looks like a gold, isn't that good enough?"
Me:"No, she earned a gold and she wants a gold."
Then Barbie marched out the exact same argument that she used 2 years ago.
Barbie:"The medal isn't important. It's the pride of doing a good performance. In 15 years the medals won't matter. But the pride of doing a good performance is what matters."
I could see that this wasn't going to go anywhere so we left. Hopefully Elle's teacher can get her her gold medal.
So was I wrong? I think the woman was way off base. Maybe I'm wrong.