Do you remember that Seinfeld episode where George gets his house cleaned by that cult cleaning service? Remember when they don’t even bother making the effort to recruit him?
Okay, hang on to that for a minute.
So, my twentieth high school reunion was last year and no one bothered to contact me. No one.
Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t going to go. I would have said, thanks, but no thanks. I live too far away. I have kids. I’m way too busy. And, well, I’m still enjoying all of those warm, fuzzy memories from the five year! So…I’m good.
Still. I expected to be asked. I mean, an entire year went by with nothing. I wasn’t added to the Facebook group. Nothing by email. No snail mail either.
Can you believe that bullshit?
I mean, I get that I wasn’t the homecoming queen. Or like the biggest nerd turned mogul of Google or something. I get it. But I feel I should at least warrant an invite.
Nope. Nada. Just call me George.
Hey, don’t you have anything to ask me?? I really feel like I need some spiritual guidance here.
I kind of wanted to drop by the reunion page and leave some sort of…I don’t know…digital wave? Can you do that? Or a post, hey, is anything going on this year? ?
And speaking of high school and things I don’t want anyway…since it is Valentine’s Day…remember those carnation deliveries? Of course I never got one. Duh. But who wants a cheap ass carnation anyway?
Now who wouldn’t want this good attitude gal at your party??
Oh well. Maybe they’ll remember me by the 25th. Not that I want to go, of course. I’m busy. Two kids. Living on the east coast. You know how it is.