Random Esquire

You may recall that I went to see Diana Ross with my father. Mind you, this was not so much my choice as it was a result of my mother deciding she found my father unbearable a few hours before the concert. The tickets were a gift from me to them for their anniversary. Life loves irony, right?

Well, I think I can top that. Boss sent an e-mail to Oprah’s show, requesting tickets and, for some reason, she put my name down like I had sent the e-mail - complete with my mobile number. I vaguely recall her mentioning it and I really recalled it when I got a call today from Oprah’s show saying that I had two tickets.

I called Boss and guess what? She can’t go. Not only might she have jury duty, she has training for her new job. She asked her mother if she could make it in town to go and she (a teacher as well) could not make it, either.

You know what that means?

It means I am taking my mother to Oprah’s show.