Well, I have another story for you.
My husband and another dad are co-coaching this team. By default, they are also responsible for all of the busy work involved in running the team. Each team in the league has three 3-hour shifts they are assigned to have to work the concession stand. These shifts take place during the game your daughter is playing. Nobody wants to miss their daughter's entire game, so in order to keep it fair, the coaches decided to see if the parents could all sign up for a 1/2 hour shift on one of those days. The other coach's wife and I went around to all the parents and asked them to sign up for the half-hour shift that was convenient for them.
Well, here is how the conversation went with the psycho woman:
Me: "Hello Tiffany"
Her: "YES?????" (in a rude voice--not even a hello back!)
Me: "These are the days our team is responsible for working concessions. Could you please sign up for a half-hour shift that would be convenient for you?"
Her: "You want ME to work the concession stand???"
Me: "Yes, all the parents are taking turns".
Her: "I've never worked RETAIL in my life, and I don't intend to start now".
Me" "OOOOOOOOKay then."
At this point the other woman and I just turned around and left. We barely made it out of sight before we burst into laughter. RETAIL??? Does she really believe a little concession trailer that sells mostly candy, bubble gum and soft drinks is retail? My husband was kind of mad that we let her get away with it, but we were truly speechless. What could we have said at that point? Besides we were dangerously close to laughing in her face, and that would have been really rude on our part.
Also, we in the Chicago area have had so much rain lately that the softball fields never quite dry out completely. Well, her daughter Miranda Ashley (and DON'T just call her Miranda--I made THAT mistake once) is not allowed to get dirty. All the other parents were taking it in stride when the girls were getting splashed and muddy, but Tiffany was having a fit.
DH was telling me that when the league voted this year to put first names on the back of the jerseys instead of last names, Tiffany told him she wanted Miranda Ashley across the back of her daughter's shirt. Well, these girls are little and so are their jerseys. The name didn't fit, so he said he would have to put hers smaller and on 2 lines. Tiffany told DH that was not acceptable and that he needed to find some way to make it work.
Good old DH made it work by putting Miranda in big letters and Ashley really small underneath. She wasn't happy with that either. but DH didn't care.
My husband and another dad are co-coaching this team. By default, they are also responsible for all of the busy work involved in running the team. Each team in the league has three 3-hour shifts they are assigned to have to work the concession stand. These shifts take place during the game your daughter is playing. Nobody wants to miss their daughter's entire game, so in order to keep it fair, the coaches decided to see if the parents could all sign up for a 1/2 hour shift on one of those days. The other coach's wife and I went around to all the parents and asked them to sign up for the half-hour shift that was convenient for them.
Well, here is how the conversation went with the psycho woman:
Me: "Hello Tiffany"
Her: "YES?????" (in a rude voice--not even a hello back!)
Me: "These are the days our team is responsible for working concessions. Could you please sign up for a half-hour shift that would be convenient for you?"
Her: "You want ME to work the concession stand???"
Me: "Yes, all the parents are taking turns".
Her: "I've never worked RETAIL in my life, and I don't intend to start now".
Me" "OOOOOOOOKay then."
At this point the other woman and I just turned around and left. We barely made it out of sight before we burst into laughter. RETAIL??? Does she really believe a little concession trailer that sells mostly candy, bubble gum and soft drinks is retail? My husband was kind of mad that we let her get away with it, but we were truly speechless. What could we have said at that point? Besides we were dangerously close to laughing in her face, and that would have been really rude on our part.
Also, we in the Chicago area have had so much rain lately that the softball fields never quite dry out completely. Well, her daughter Miranda Ashley (and DON'T just call her Miranda--I made THAT mistake once) is not allowed to get dirty. All the other parents were taking it in stride when the girls were getting splashed and muddy, but Tiffany was having a fit.
DH was telling me that when the league voted this year to put first names on the back of the jerseys instead of last names, Tiffany told him she wanted Miranda Ashley across the back of her daughter's shirt. Well, these girls are little and so are their jerseys. The name didn't fit, so he said he would have to put hers smaller and on 2 lines. Tiffany told DH that was not acceptable and that he needed to find some way to make it work.
Good old DH made it work by putting Miranda in big letters and Ashley really small underneath. She wasn't happy with that either. but DH didn't care.
Oh, definately socially challenged. Holy cow! This woman needs to be thrown in the mud - that would be kewl!
