Oh, Mother!
(My local gym has swimming lessons for kids, as well as an exercise area for adults. I’ve dropped off my daughter at her class and have gone to work out on the treadmill for a while. About ten minutes later…)
Gym Employee: “Excuse me; you need to come with me.”
Me: “What’s wrong?”
Gym Employee: “Your daughter is very ill. You shouldn’t have brought her here, and you need to come get her, right now!“
Me: “Oh, boy. Okay, I’m coming.”
(I hop off treadmill, thinking this is odd, as she seemed fine when I left her. The employee and I arrive at the pool… where I see my daughter happily enjoying her lesson, looking as healthy as can be.)
Me: “Um… She doesn’t look ill to me.”
Gym Employee: “She’s very ill, and you need to take her home!” *grabs the hand of a little girl that I’ve never seen before and drags her up to me*
Me: “Um… That’s not my kid.”
Supervisor: “[Employee], I told you that the mother’s name was [Name]. Did you bother to ask this lady what her name is?”
Gym Employee: “Well, no, but you said that she was in the gym.”
Supervisor: “And how many women were in the gym?”
Gym Employee: “…”
Supervisor: “Go back and find the right one. This time, ask her what her name is!”
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