Call Me Isabella

A couple of weeks ago I was looking at the web site for the Isabella Stewart Garnder Museum. While at the web site, my selective focus brought me to a link that included the words “Free membership” and “for life.” Now, without reading ANYTHING else, I clicked the link and filled out the form. Sure, there were paragraphs full of details and important information, but did I look at that? Even glance? Not a chance.

The next day I was talking to someone and told them about the free lifetime membership thing I’d signed up for. She went on the site and couldn’t find the link. I knew I hadn’t made it up. She then saw something: Isabellas Free Forever.

Yep. That’s right. If your name is Isabella, you can get a card that entitles you to a free lifetime pass to the museum. There’s an entire page filled with details on the program that I somehow missed completeley.

Well, fast forward to Saturday.

I went to check my mail and saw a giant manilla envelope that was addressed to Isabella (then my last name). I immediately knew what it was and started laughing uncontrollably. I’d felt like a moron for filling out that form without reading it, and could just imagine that the person reading it must have really had a laugh at my stupidity. But apparently they took it one step further. They actually sent me the lifetime membership stuff.

I wish I took a picture (I’ll do it later). Included in the packet was a button proudly showing off the name Isabella, information on the museum, and my new lifetime membership card. Of course, if you’re over 18 you need to show a valid ID as well.

Just call me Isabella. I’m kidding. Please don’t.