We had volleyball last night - our first game of the season. Unfortunately, one of our players couldn't make it, so we had to find a sub. I called at least five people to sub for us, and no one could do it. What complicated matters was that this is a coed league, and the teams must have either the same number of female and male players (three and three), or more females. Not more males. So if we couldn't find a girl to play with us, we would have to play with four people instead of six.
Finally, one of my neighbors called back (just a matter of hours before the game) to let me know she could play if we needed her. We did.
So we got all warmed up and ready to play, the ref called for captains, we were ready to go. Then the ref said, "You're Vicky's team?"
"No, we're not."
"Oh, then you're not supposed to play tonight."
What? Evidently, the person in charge had called us instead of Vicky's team. Vicky's team wasn't even there.
We played for fun anyway. We were kind of glad it didn't count, because we only won one out of three games. Oh well.
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