For The Husband's birthday (in January), I gave him (us) what I thought was a great present: gourmet cooking lessons for two at a culinary school. It would be on a Saturday night, we'd get a babysitter, and learn to cook an authentic Roman meal. I was full of self-satisfaction for finding such a great present. The only catch was that the earliest I could book it was eons away, in May. Months and months. Couldn't wait that long! But, still, a fitting present for him - he who has become a fantastic cook since we were first married (then: pasta with jar sauce and a can of tuna; now: homemade pasta with sauce made with gourmet tomatoes that require them to be shipped to us, grilled pizza, etc etc). I just hoped I wouldn't sever a finger with real sharpened cooking knives , as opposed to our dull but homicide-friendly set of knives.
Time flew as it does and pretty soon May was approaching. As I was trying to plan get togethers with friends, I remembered that we had that cooking class on one of those May Saturdays. Which one? I searched my email to find that original confirmation email...only to find that it had been in MARCH. As in THE PAST. As in,SORRY CHARLIE.
After an appropriate mourning period and a few twitches of Regret Tourette's, I decided to call the school and explain what happened. Who knows? Maybe they would take pity on such a disorganized person and let us get into a future class. The more I thought about it, the more I thought this was a possibility. I mean, I felt sorry for us just thinking about it. (Mind you, I paid close to $200 for this present.)
I called their number.
Me (with embarrassment, humility, shame): Hi, I bought cooking classes for my husband as a birthday gift in the beginning of the year, and just checked on the dates and realized that it was back in March.
Woman: (silence) Oh.
Me: Anyway, I can't believe we completely missed it! Is there any way we could be put into another class?
Woman (not feeling it): Well, no, it's like buying tickets to a sporting event or a concert. If you miss it, there's no refund (you lame loser, what do you expect?).
Me: (increasingly desperate): We have 3 kids! We don't get out much!
Woman (zero empathy emanating, possibly negative empathy and ill-fitting shoes): We would have paid for the materials already whether you came to the class or not and paid the instructor.
Me: *sigh* Okay, thanks. (for nothing)
Yes, I get it. It may be unreasonable to think anything should be done for something entirely my fault. And, it's a sad commentary on how crazy life is that both of us forgot something that we really were looking forward to (and seriously, if it's not on my Outlook calendar, it's not happening). But, now, of course, we could never go there and take that class. It's ruined it for us. Now to think of a Plan B for awesome birthday present, before January rolls around again. Open to ideas.