We tried to steal someone’s court tonight. Unintentionally, of course. We had reserved our racquetball courts yesterday morning. You have to call first thing in the morning when you wake up because they’re in such high demand. Anyway, I called and reserved Court A from 6p to 7p. Brian reserved Court B from 7p to 8p.
Tonight, after work, we decided to check out Flats 324. This is the old Wichita High School on 3rd and Emporia that got converted into apartments. We ended up spending an hour touring the place. It is so neat in there, I can’t describe it. All of the units have their own unique charm and they kept some of the school’s original features (clocks in the hallways, doors, shelving, lockers, etc) because it is a historic downtown building. That’s a whole other blog post, though.
Anyway, it was well after 6p by the time we got out of there and we still needed to run home and change. We weren’t concerned though, because we figured that even if we missed my court reservation we still had Brian’s. So we get, change quickly and arrive at the North branch YMCA at around quarter ’til seven. There was someone in Court B, but Court A was empty so we decided to start playing in there.
Around 8p these three guys showed up. We figured they had Court A reserved from 7p to 8p and we had Court B reserved at the same time so we could just do a switcheroo (pardon my technical term). So we continue playing and then a few minutes later, another guy shows up. He’s stretching and prepping as he patiently waits for us to finish our game. The problem is, we’d just gotten started with our second game.
BRIAN: I don’t know but he’s going to be waiting a while.
The guy is really bugging me. I mean, I feel kind of bad that he’s just waiting out there and we’ve got a ways to go before 8p. So a little bit later I go..
BRIAN: You should do it. You’re nicer than I am.
We continued to play on, while urging each other to do the asking and neither of us doing anything. I guess the guy finally got tired of waiting because he eventually caught our attention. He explained that he had Court A reserved from 7p to 8p. We were like, the guys in Court B have this court reserved from 7p to 8p and we have their court reserved from 7p to 8p so we just switched. So we tapped on the other court and confirmed that the other guys had Court A reserved and sure enough they said yes. It looked like the courts had gotten overbooked somehow. What a mess!
Anyway, we go to the front desk and try to sort this out. Sure enough, the three guys had their court and the other guy had his court. Brian and I were the odd ones out. Neither of our names were on the list. We searched and searched and even checked the morning and nothing. Uh-oh. Sounds like a service breakdown. The guy at the front desk was like, “Do you remember who you talked to?” We were like, “No. This has never happened before.” I’m not the type of person who throws a fit and starts getting ugly at other people so I’m trying to logically work through the situation in my head. In the meantime, the other guys are satisfied after being proven right.
As we walk back to get our stuff, feeling defeated, I’m thinking that the people at the Y are usually really good. I must’ve called a different YMCA. It’s not an unlikely scenario. We do rotate between three different branches after all. Brian felt sure that they messed up and we called the correct Y. I’m not so sure though, so I start checking my phone records.
There it was. January 28. I called North branch and then, immediately after that, I called the Andover branch. Just then a light bulb came on above my head. North Y told me they were completely booked so I reserved my court at Andover. Brian called the same number. We were at the wrong branch! LOL. Our courts probably sat empty for two hours at Andover. What knuckleheads we are…
Anyway, I’m glad that we didn’t know any better because we at least got one game in. Brian and I agreed that if we would have remembered that our court was in Andover that we might have decided not to go tonight because of the weather.
Brian won the first game 15-11 and we were tied in the second game 2-2 when we were interrupted. We agreed not to count tonight’s messed up session, though. I felt like we both lost tonight because we got kicked out of our court, which was not really our court.
The guys were really nice, though. After waiting patiently for us jerks to pay attention to him, the guy’s buddy actually offered to let us stay and play doubles with them. He was like, “You drove out in the snow to come play so you obviously want to.. You’re welcome to come play doubles with us.”
OTHER GUY: We can split up.
ME: It’s okay. Thank you for the offer, though.
BRIAN: Yes. Thank you.
“We’re just going to go drive home now,” I said as I fake-smiled and waved goodbye to both of them. Deep down I was extremely disappointed at having the opportunity to kick Brian’s butt at racquetball yanked away from me. It must be his lucky day.