She left a voice mail. I knew it had to be important.
It said. "Hi, Sister Goodrich. This is Samantha. I am at school and I need some pads. I don't mean to bother you but I was wondering if you could help me.
Samantha is in middle school.
Guess what kind of pads I assumed she needed when she called me in the middle of the day and from school.
I went to the store.
Bought her some pads.
Three packs worth.
I figured she'd need some more next month and the month after that.
Being a girl is rough.
Then I went to drop them off.
Nope. She actually made the Volley team and she needed some KNEE pads. Ha ha.
We both got a good laugh about this mix up.
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