My Murphy's Law

Have you ever had someone in your life who you just can't help effing up in front of?

I think South Carolina is that person for me. First, it was the message his assistant intercepted. Now, it's an impulsive phone call I made.

Next time a guy criticizes me for not being spontaneous enough, I'll cite this story.

So, I mentioned that SC texted me about being bored beyond belief at his conference. And he had two more days of it. I was running kids here and there yesterday and got bored. I looked at the clock. It was late enough that SC's conference sessions should have been done, so I decided to give him a call and check his boredom level.

It rang, and rang, and rang. Where the hell was the voice mail? I had a cute message in mind, too. Then, he answered, in a hushed tone. I almost couldn't tell it was him.

"SC?" I said.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hi!" I said.
"Hello?" he said.
I furrowed my brow. Was the connection bad? "Can you hear me?"
"Hello?" he said. "Just a minute, let me get out of this meeting."
Meeting?? Oh God, no. I was calling to be cute and he's in a meeting. And getting out of it to talk to me. And he can't tell it's me. Oh good Lord, this has gone sour in a hurry. I wanted to yell, "NO, No! Don't leave your meeting! I'll talk to you later!" but it was too late....

"Hello?" he said again, in a normal tone.
"Can you hear me," I asked, lamely.
"Yes?" He sounds annoyed, but doesn't know who it is. I haven't actually talked to him in a month, just texted and IMs.
"SC, it's just me," I say. "Blogget."
"Oh, hi," he's not so annoyed, but sounds business-like. "I'm in this meeting...."
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to interupt," I say. "I thought you'd be out and just was going to see if you're still so bored...."
"Yeah, well, I'm in this meeting about accreditation. With my Provost and President...."

Oh. Holy Crap.

"I'll call you later, okay?" he says. And we sign off. I looked at my closed phone and said out loud, "That was an effing disaster." I texted an apology later.

He didn't call. I wasn't surprised. Is it wrong to pray that you haven't effed something up? I mean, to literally say, "Lord, please don't let me have effed this up with SC! Don't let me have looked like a complete prat."

And I went to bed kicking myself last night....

I woke up to ice and snow, which distracted me from replaying that stupid conversation in my head. I finally get to my parking space and hear my phone going off. I have a text.

"It's okay," SC texts. "Heated meeting. Lasted into the evening. Didn't get a chance to call you....sorry."

I replied reassurances. Looks like the damage is minimal. Whew! I guess God doesn't mind my phraseology so much, when he knows my heart. And hopefully, I'll remember my Murphy's Law before being impulsive again.... Ugh.