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Carol Perkins: Sometimes plans change When a decision to go to a semi-finals turned out to be devilishly fraught with mishaps, she and her friend decided to miss the finals - but that change of plans had a twist of its own. Click on headline for the complete story The next earlier Carol Perkins column: Straight talk Posted March 23, 2014. By Carol Perkins Sometimes plans change. My plans to do nothing a few weekends ago changed drastically when my good friend Connie called from her home in Louisville to see if Guy and I were going to be home over the weekend. We were. Her school, Butler High School, was playing in the state semi-finals at Diddle and she wanted us to go with her and then she would come to Edmonton and spend the night. Guy had rather dig worms in sand than to go to a girl's high school basketball tourney (no offense to girls because he wouldn't want to go to a boy's game either.) I, on the other hand, have never been good at saying "no" (and I wasn't thinking fast enough to come up with a plausible excuse) so I said, "I'll go but you can forget Guy." We were to meet at Smiths Grove at two. At one thirty she called to report that she was in crawling traffic on I-65. "I won't be there for a while." I was in Glasgow and knowing the problem on the interstate, I took the old road. When I arrived in Smiths Grove at two thirty, she still wasn't there. "Where are you?" I texted. "I have barely moved. Still can't see the exit sign." We decided that I would go to Bowling Green and she would meet me there. So, I went to Sam's Club and took my time. Then to Pier One and took my time there, too. The phone rang, "I'm just now at the Smiths Grove exit." There had been a wreck. By now it was five o'clock and the game started at 6:30. If lucky, she would arrive on a wing and a prayer and we would see the tip off. Finally, she called and said she was in the parking lot at Kroger's. "My electric cigarette ran out as well as my nervous, so I am standing outside my car, smoking." That explained why she was in the Kroger parking lot. Taking every shortcut I knew to Diddle, we arrived while the girls were warming up and she was happy. I did not know any of the players, the coaches, or the fans. I wore my red to blend in but I could have easily cheered for Ashland whose fans were wearing maroon and white. I noted to Connie that Ashland had more fans, brought their band and their cheerleaders. Butler had few fans, no band, and no cheerleaders. I chalked it up to city schools. "I don't know why they aren't here, but I'll find out," she said. I knew she would on Monday morning if not before when her principal walked by and she growled. "I would wait if I were you," I said. (She is retired and subs almost every day, so I didn't see the need to take issue at that moment.) On Sunday morning, she asked if I wanted to go back with her. I thought fast. "Not with UK playing today!" I wouldn't have gone if a gnat were playing marbles. As she was getting ready to leave, she plopped down on the couch and said, "I don't think I can go. I'm worn out. Do you have a radio?" She took the radio to the guest bedroom, pulled down the covers, and listened to her team win the championship title. She fell asleep before the final buzzer, Guy stomped his foot when UK lost by one point, and I snored in the recliner. Often having your plans change is a good thing. This wasn't one of those times. Carol Perkins This story was posted on 2014-03-23 05:25:32
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