“Another email about Mary’s game night? What to bring, what time, what day, you think we were Congress trying to negotiate a bill, right lol. It’s not rocket science.” Caroline quickly replied to the email and went back to work.
Then she heard another ding notifying her computer that she had an email. When she checked it, she found an email from her friend Tara.
“Caroline. Did you mean to send that email to everyone?”
She read the email, panicked and then looked back through her sent emails.
“Oh no! I clicked reply to all by mistake. I wish this email chain was easier to use. I get mixed up with all the threads. I sent this to everyone in the group, including Mary. Yikes.”
As Caroline worked throughout the day, she barely kept her mind on her accounting as she received several responses to her mistaken email. Ding after ding, like the bell tolling, a constant reminder of her mistake. Others were smart enough to reply just to her email with their responses.
“Wow, Caroline, didn’t think game night was that taxing on your busy day, haha,” Jim emailed.
“Caroline, seriously, we’d all be too old to play games if we waited for Congress to act,” Mark chided.
“Hey, I thought some of our games are like rocket science, lol.” Carrie replied.
“Oooo, did you get an email from Mary yet?” Debbie emailed with a string of shock emojis.
She didn’t get an email from Mary yet. The waiting was the worse. She toggled between her work and her email, checking for the bell to toll for her.
Hours went by. Nothing. Caroline went over the message again in her head, judging every word and phrase for the possible response.
Ok, the first line could be a joke – but the rocket science line, that probably nailed my coffin, Caroline thought.
Mary was a meticulous host and took her turn for game night very seriously. There were drink menus, snack suggestions and game choices all which required everyone to weigh in an opinion. She coordinated times and dates, which alone was an endless series of emails to sync schedules. Then there were the emails about what everyone would bring. Mary wanted to ensure there were no duplications.
Caroline appreciated her attention to detail and thought if everyone brought chips, that would be bad, but there were more emails during her game night week than any other week.
The fiftieth email check in the last few hours showed no email from Mary, which made Caroline even more nervous. She knew Mary was usually very quick with email replies.
Maybe she’s busy and didn’t check her email, Caroline thought. Or maybe she doesn’t want to respond.
The suspense was killing Caroline. She heard every noise in her office amplified by ten. The coffee pot drip, computer keys typing and the water cooler gurgle echoed in her head. Then she realized she typed the same numbers into four different columns on her spreadsheet and had to figure a way out of the torture.
Can I delete the thread or the email? She thought, Googling the answer. Nope.
What if I reply and head her off at the pass, like it was a joke? Caroline stared at the email crafting the perfect response.
“Lol, just kidding. Can’t wait.” She replied to all and stared at the computer for a response. Silence. Then finally, a lone ding. It was from Mary.
“Lol. Bring nuts,” she emailed.
Caroline was stunned. She obviously read the email thread. Was she taking the high road or mounting her attack to ambush and punish her at game night?
“Arrgh, now I have to wait three more days to find out.” Caroline plopped her head on her desk.
“Alexa, remind me to buy nuts at the store on Thursday,” she said.
(c) 2021 Suzanne Rudd Hamilton