The Magic Number

It’s hard for me to feel important. Basically I am an unpaid maid, cook and laundry room lady. Let’s face it, those jobs are hard enough even when you are paid to do them. When you do them every day for 30 some years with no pay, you start to wonder what would happen if you just stopped doing them.

Would they fire me? Would they drown in dirty laundry? Probably not. Knowing my boys they would just keep wearing the dirty clothes until their girlfriends made them clean up.

A few weeks ago I was one of 4 women who hosted the BAM Conference  at the Gaylord Opryland Resort in Nashville. Ever since then I have had this card taped to the back of my phone.

You can probably tell that the card is getting dirty and the tape is starting to come loose, but I can’t make myself throw the card away. Allow me to explain why.

The weekend of the conference I was given this card by one of the Gaylord employees (Thank you Andrea) and told that if I needed anything I was to call this number and I would receive immediate assistance. This is what happened,

During the conference I needed more chairs. I dialed the number and 4 men in suits showed up with chairs.

One of the attendees spilled something in the hallway. I dialed the number and 4 men in suits appeared and cleaned up the mess.

One of our sponsors wanted their display moved to a different area. I dialed the number and 4 men in suits moved the display in a matter of minutes.

The Magic Number

I decided that the number on the card had to be magic. I have never, ever been able to summon 4 men to do my bidding, and especially not men in suits. In fact, I’m pretty sure I could lay down in the middle of the kitchen floor and scream for help and no one at my house would even hear me (they wear earbuds).

For one weekend I was Cinderella and those 4 men in suits were my Prince Charmings. Actually, they were better than Prince Charming because they worked for a living. As far as I can tell Prince Charming’s only job was to be charming.

After the conference I came home to my real life. The one where people expect me to find whatever it is they have lost, wash their laundry and cook for them. I think I know how Cinderella felt when she had to leave the ball at midnight.

My husband and sons noticed the card taped to the back of my phone and asked what it was for. I told them it was a magic number and serves as a reminder of the one weekend of my life where I had power. They just laughed.

By the way, just in case you are thinking of calling the magic number on the card, they don’t do house calls. I tried and they laughed even louder than my husband and my sons.

I guess it’s time to take the card off my phone but I’m not giving up on magic. I found my granddaughter’s wand and I’m going to try it on the laundry. Think it will work?