A Lack of Communication

I started the slow pitch softball season here in Florida.  I was going to share the driving to the park with another fellow from the community.  The first day he drove and I was supposed to drive the second day. He said his wife needed the car.  He wanted to leave at about 11:15 for a 12:30 pm game. 

Barb had the car in the morning for pickleball.  She thought the game started at 1:30 and didn’t know we were supposed to be there at 11:30 for batting practice.  She thought that if I left at 12:30 I would be fine. 

I waited for her to come home for a while.  Then I rode the golf cart over to my buddy’s house to ask him to drive.  When I got there, he said I thought you were driving today and I said I thought I was driving too.  I said there must have been some miscommunication with Barb. 

Barb came home at 12:30 and went to sewing at 1 pm.  My buddy’s wife went to sewing too.  She told Barb about needing the car to buy something for dinner because she had friends coming over.  My buddy’s wife said that she would just take something out of the freezer.

Barb was embarrassed and said it would never happen again.