The Saddest Bet

This is the story of the saddest bet I've ever won.

Once upon a time, there were three girls who were very good friends and stuff. Then they all went to university: Sheila went to Ottawa to be a nurse, Rae went to the frozen North to be a teacher, and Rachel stayed at home because it was free and she didn't know what she wanted to do.

Sheila and Rae kept in very good touch, considering Sheila is very bad at that sort of thing. They alternated when they would call each other: on week Rae would call Sheila, and the next week, Sheila would call Rae. Rachel never kept in touch with anybody because she has AD(H?)D. Sometimes even Rae and Sheila got busy, and they missed a week, but they would always make up for it. And they got to see Rachel at Christmas and Thanksgiving.

Then one day Rae didn't get a phone call from Sheila. She shrugged her shoulders and went about her week, hoping Sheila wasn't too too busy. Or hungover. Then the next week rolled around and still there was no call. This time Rae hoped she didn't have strepthroat like Kate did, because she heard it was moving its way across the province. The next week came and stil no call, Rae debated leaving nasty messages on Sheila's machine, but decided it took too much effort and ate some cake instead. The fourth week Rae couldn't help asking herself if Sheila had died in a freak nursing accident involving bedpans and old men, and whether or not she should call her mother, but wrote an email instead. (The reason she hand't done so previously is that Sheila is largely computer illiterate.) And the email got a teeny response that said "ill call you tomorrow."

And then she never did.

Sheila finally called that weekend. For 5 minutes. Just so she could say "I don't really have time to talk, but I will call you on tuesday."

"Hahaha. As if," I replied "you'll call me when you land back at home and want to see me at Christmas."

"No I won't," she responded "don't be so cynical, I will call you tuesday, I promise. I'm offended at your lack of faith. blah blah blah blah"


It is now 12:02 and she still has not called. She won't either.

This is the saddest bet I have ever won.



--Also, slamming your index finger in a door hurts. a lot. --