o, i've just had one of the more amusing telephone conversations to date with my father; a conversation that personifies the classic image of the angel on one shoulder warring with the demon on the other shoulder...Mom and Dad are coming up tomorrow to visit us here in Chicago. I thought they were staying until Sunday, like at noon. they usually leave early enough on Sunday to be back in the Eastern Time Zone by 4:00 for their church service. But, i didn't know for sure if they were involved in anything that they HAD to be there or not.
So, i get an email from one of the guys in my office a bit ago- a forward from his wife at another company- a guy there has up to 6 tickets he's wanting to sell for $28 (dirt cheap) to the Sunday afternoon White Sox vs. Red Sox game. upper deck, behind home plate.
i immediately pick up the phone to call my mom (who is off all this week) and ask when they are planning on leaving chicago. instead, my dad answers. he says they're planning on leaving Saturday early evening. oh, well then nevermind, i say. Why? he asks. so i tell him.
the battle of wills has begun. he had been thinking of trying to get tickets even the night or afternoon of the first two Sox/Sox games on Friday and Saturday... he knows $28 is dirt cheap for this game, this year... he knows the game starts at 1:05, which is 2:05 Eastern. He knows there is no way he'd make it for church... he starts thinking out loud that maybe Evan could do the sound this Sunday... but crud, he relaly has to be there for Sunday School and he really can't not be there, and oh, man!
God- or the White Sox? *grin*
If only the tickets were for Saturday. God won.
