(The names have been changed to protect the dramatic, er…innocent.)
It was September 2006. Edith, Bunny, Mac, his best friend, Joe, and I spent most of the day at the State Fair. We, girls, spent the afternoon at the exhibits while the boys rode rides, ate fair food, and rode more rides. My oldest daughter, Edith, and I had tickets to the live radio show, A Prairie Home Companion, with Garrison Keillor in the grandstand that afternoon. I had been looking forward to the show for months. Bunny teamed up with Mac and Joe when it was time for Edith and me to line up to go in, and the plan was for Bunny, Mac, and Joe to enjoy the fair together until our show was over.
Afterward, we would head back to Wichita, so Bunny could meet her best friends for a birthday movie at 9:15. Everything seemed to be working out great, right? Wrong!
Edith and I waited in line and finally wound our way to our seats in the nearly sold-out stadium. Since I waited so late to get the tickets (that week), our seats were not the best, think shoulder to shoulder, but we were going to have fun anyway.
About 40 min. into the 2-hour show, I noticed my phone was vibrating. I was a single mother and had provided my children instant access to me through their personal cell phones, so I decided I had better check. So, I handed Edith my large coke, put my bag under my seat, and dug into my jean pocket; not an easy task with people jammed in all around me!
As the first skit (a funny rhubarb pie commercial) began, I opened my phone. Sure enough, I had text messages waiting for me.
There were three that I had apparently missed while in line.
(I hope you can read teenage texting) ;-)
Mac's text: 4:28pm - Call me
Bunny's text: 4:31pm - Hey please call me we cant get a hold of u
Bunny's text: 5:12pm - Hey please call me we cant get a hold of u
Then the messages started rolling in:
Bunny's text: 5:21pm - Can u please come through the refreshment stand that's where we r
Bunny's text: 5:25pm - Please its important and we cant get a hold of u my head hurts so bad
Mac's text: 5:26pm - I am dying from the heat, call me because I just got robbed. I also have a headache and we all want to go home now.
Bunny's text: 5:27pm - We r right by the ice cream shop
OK, these kinds of messages tend to make a mother a little anxious. So I sat there trying to decide on my response.
Possible choices ranged from:
"Should I call the police or an ambulance?"
to,
"No, and leave me alone, these tickets cost me $35, and I want to enjoy the show."
Edith insisted on checking on them so I could "stay and enjoy" the show. She squeezed through the row, wisps of smoke coming from her ears.
I waited patiently, "enjoying the show"; I can't remember a thing from that segment!
Then, the following texts came in.
Mac's text: 5:35pm - Vending machine took my money.
Edith's text: 5:36pm - They got robbed by the vending machine and Bunny's friends are going to meet at 7:15 instead of 9:15.
Then, finally:
Edith's text: 5:37pm - They are hot and being stupid
Edith returned to the grandstand after "robbing" Mac of $20 of the money I gave them for the day. On her way, she stopped at a table to the side of the stage, bought me a Prairie Home Companion t-shirt, and handed it to me as she sat down. After that, we finally enjoyed the rest of the show.
We left a couple minutes before the show's end to meet the kids, who (surprisingly!) had spent the rest of the time riding rides and having fun!
We left the midway, with Bunny rushing us to the exit as she talked to her friends on her cell. Just as we got outside the gate, she pocketed her phone and turned to me. Her friends had changed their minds again and decided to go to the 9:15 movie, after all. Bunny turned to me, smiling innocently, "Do you want to stay a little longer, Mom?"
Well, I thought… We saw the animals, cakes, pies, quilts, the 619.5 lb. pumpkin, and the butter sculpture. We rode the rides, ate pronto pups, and drank lemonade, plus I got to watch "A Prairie Home Companion" live.
No… I think we'll just head home.
I love my kids!