Densa

What do you call it when you show up at the local library for Mensa testing, to see if you qualify for membership in the elite club of rather intelligent people, and nobody's there because you got the date wrong and you're a week early?

Funny? Sad? Ironic?

So here I am, trying to qualify for Mensa to prove to myself that I am still an intelligent person (having to remind 5th graders to start sentences with capital letters, showing a kid for the hundredth time the difference between a capital P and a lowercase p, and asking them "How do you spell 'I'?" because they spelled it "A" again can, over many years, cause you to question your own sanity and abilities), and I show up on entirely the wrong day.