"Hey! I got invited to a retirement dinner by the school system," my friend Mary told me a week or so ago. "Did you get invited to one last year?"
"No," I shrugged. "Maybe because I decided so late in the year?"
"Maybe," she agreed. "I'm going!"
"Really!" I said. "I don't think I would have predicted that. I'll be anxious to hear how it was."
"I'll tell you all about it," she promised.
I had forgotten our conversation this afternoon when I opened a small, yellow mailing envelope with the return address, Careers at APS. I assumed it was something about my substitute teaching, but instead I found a postcard inside featuring a collage of images of Arlington's shopping districts.
Bemused, I flipped it over to find an invitation to the retirement dinner, accompanied by a QR code for RSVP. But before I could even consider attending the event, I read the fine print informing me that RSVPs closed the morning of May 19, so my decision was made.
To be honest? I'm not sad at all. I'm still looking forward to hearing about it, though!
You could crash it!
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