Here's Your Sign

I could not believe this conversation that I had with an ADULT today. As soon as I got off of the phone, I knew I was going to be blogging about it so I don't forget it. Ever. I called the location of the 1st part of Wade's party to see how many tables were in the room, and what shape/size they are, so that I could get tablecloths. Here is how it went down:

Woman: "Line Creek Community Center, can I help you?"

Me: "Hi, yes, my son's birthday party is going to be there on Saturday and I need to know how many tables are in the party room, and what shapes they are so I can bring tablecloths.

Woman: "Ummmmm. Hmm. There are 4 tables. Square tables."

Me: "4 square tables?"

Woman: "Hang on. (yells to a coworker) Mary? How many of those long tables are in the party room? 4? (speaking to me, now) Ma'am there are 4 square tables."

Me: "Umm, you just called them "long" tables when you were asking that lady. Are they rectangles?"

Woman: "No, they are squares...like the long squares."

Me (in my mind, not out loud) what the frickty frick is she talking about??

Me (out loud this time) "Um, so they are rectangles??"

Woman (shouting to her coworker) "Mary? Do you call those tables "rectangles"? Oh, okay. (speaking to me now) Yes, they are rectangles, like the long squares."

I was completely dumbfounded!!!! I haven't heard made-up names for shapes since I taught kindergarten! Meanwhile, hearing all of this "shape talk" Owen is in the background hollering "triangle! teardrop! circle!", obviously showing off his superior shape-knowledge.