How it Happened: Easter of this year, 2012 some friends of ours and our family attended the annual Easter egg hunt in our new community. Up until this point we’d attended some of the other holiday events in our neighborhood and had a great time, so with the Easter event we expected nothing less.
We pulled up to the party noticing that there were quite a few cars and walked over to where the actual egg hunt was taking place. To our dismay, the kids were about to embark on a chaotic journey only to find one egg, if they were lucky. Bottom line, there weren’t enough eggs for all the kids! The management company didn’t seem to take into consideration that the community was growing fast and that a greater number of kids were showing up for the Easter egg hunt than expected. Luckily our kids found a couple eggs, which they eventually ended up sharing with the other not so fortunate children, but the fact remained that there were many without eggs and kids were crying wondering why the Easter Bunny had failed.
The young lady heading up the event came over and asked how we were doing and if we enjoyed the hunt.
So I gave it to her.
I told here that there was at most 1/4 of an egg for every child and that if she listened, she could hear the murmur of disappointment amongst the crowd. She apologized and said that there was a greater turn out then expected, but I was still livid and embarrassed being that we brought some friends. Continue Reading…
So, in this day and age what does a person do when he or she wants to vent to open ears?
They lash out on Facebook or some other social media site!
And to take it one step further, they post on the community/HOA Facebook page so everyone, in the neighborhood, is well aware of their opinion.
After getting the kids some food I went over and stood in the snow cone line. It was a long line, they weren’t prepared for the increased traffic either. Since I had some time, I began my digital tirade, posting something to the effect of: “Community Easter Egg Hunt = Epic Fail! Not enough eggs for the kids, kids were crying and the eggs that kids did find were filled with dollar store junk candy.” POST!
The page updated and there it was, but suddenly it was gone. It was my belief that it was promptly deleted so I re-posted. Again the page updated and within a couple minutes, it was gone. It was at the point that I decided to embed my post within every post on the community page no matter what the topic. We’re talking almost 20 post or so, still waiting for snow cones by the way.
Finally after getting the snow cones and mellowing out, it hit me, I just officially registered myself as the douche bag of the community. As I looked around a mist my new awareness, the clouds of egg injustice parted and I realized, the party was fun, the kids were now enjoying themselves and I had a snow cone, that’s right a snow cone. So in a panic I began deleting feverishly, but it was too late, eye’s were already upon it and the best part was, my initial post hadn’t been deleted. The new timeline format on the site was just moving my post somewhere else within the page. It was all there grafitied across the page several times over being that I’d re-posted and re-posted and,,,,, re-posted.
I deleted what I could on my phone, but I was severely limited. I had to wait and get home to delete the vast majority of my post and promptly issued an apology, see above, for my online behavior noting that though the community was a little under prepared, everyone had a great time. I embarrassed myself in front of everyone in our neighborhood and being that my picture is of course on my Facebook page, everyone knew exactly who I was and what I looked like. So much so that before we left the event, the woman who was hosting it came over to my daughter with a bag full of “quality candy” and said that the Easter Bunny, (Facebook), had told her that my daughter hadn’t gotten any eggs and that he wanted her to have this.
I was mortified. She knew who I was and what I had posted all within a matter of minutes.
Though I deleted, apologized and repented on the community page, the damage had already been done. Now, in order to show up at the next event, I’m going to have to dress like I’m robbing a bank. Face completely covered, anonymous, etc. Because of one regretful comment, make that one regretful comment posted over 20 times, I’m the ass of the community waiting for someone else to slip-up so that they can take my spot.