Paddy sends me this text, “Mai Wyn wants us to go to her thing”.
I have no idea what he means. Mai Wyn didn’t tell me she was having a ‘thing’. I call him. Of course, the call goes to voice mail. I ask Paddy to call me.
Paddy calls back about a half hour later. He tells me Mai Wyn just left the salon. He asks me if I want to go to her “thing”. I ask for details about Mai Wyn’s “thing”. He tells me, “It’s an art “thing” at the Stockyards”. I press for more details. Paddy tells me he’s got another client and to google it to get the details and text him.
Jesus Fucking Christ! I wanted to choke the living shit out of him. He just finished Mai Wyn’s cut and color. She’s been at the salon for at least an hour. Do you think he could have asked her for the details of her “thing”? His inability to gather basic facts makes me question if there is something critically wrong with his thought processes. This isn’t the first time he has done something like this. Thankfully, Paddy makes his living with scissors because he would never make it in the corporate world.
I google. I find out Mai Wyn’s “thing” is an art show/fundraiser preceding the opening of The 111th National Western Stock Show.
I text Paddy the details along with my regrets. I’ll have to meet an art-loving cowboy some other time.