Stoopid Girl

....And speaking of my intolerance for stupidity, I was getting a massage a few weeks ago (full release...whaaat?) Anyway, I had previously made a subsequent appt. for my husband to get one the following Friday, but he had informed me that it was the Tiger's opening day and that in no way would he be available to get a massage (but would be available, however to play golf, get drunk with the neighbors, play ladder golf with the neighbors and bet the neighbor's son that he wouldn't wear my dog's shock collar around his neck while crossing the property line). But I digress.

Anyhoot, so as I'm checking out, I say to the receptionist:

Leslie: My husband has an appt. at 6 PM next Friday, but it's opening day and he has flat out refused a massage. Can I just keep his appt.?

Receptionist: Sure, I'll pencil you in. But he really should reschedule, he'd love it.

Leslie: He will....any day but opening day.

Receptionist: What's it opening day for?

Leslie: Tigers

Receptionist: Oh My Gosh---YOUR HUSBAND HUNTS TIGERS????

Leslie: (Starred blankly at her) That would be the Detroit Tigers...you know, baseball?

Receptionist: (lays her head down on the desk in humiliation)

Leslie (leaves the spa, laughing all the way to the car, then proceeds to tell every single person whom I've come into contact with what this idiot said to me).

This has been the source of laughter for us this entire week. Thank you dumb, spa, receptionist lady.