Stupid

I find it hard to read my host mother's writing. She left me a note on the kitchen table this morning about meeting for lunch in the Indian Quartier. The note instructed the meeting time would be at 12:30. Apparently I was supposed to wait at the apartment for her rather than be in the Indian Quartier at 12:30. So I was near the Gare du Nord at 12:40 (a little late) and she was in Levallois. She left messages on my phone saying how stupid I was for doing such a thing to her. Thanks for calling me stupid Madame ... I appreciate it. In my defense, I texted her to confirm that I would like to have lunch with her in the Indian Quartier at 12:30. She never responded. Grr.