Day 23

About a week ago a woman e-mailed me regarding a post I had put on freecycle.org. The e-mail was short and just said she was interested in having me write in exchange for food. When I called her to get more information, she explained she was a writer and would like me to do a guest article for her blog. Her blog focuses mainly on parenting and a lot of moms read it, so her request was that I write about how I, growing up, have learned from watching parents. Specifically how their relationship with things has influenced my own. I thought this would be a great way to get some food, and an interesting topic...so I agreed.

We were trying to find a good time to meet up over the week but it seemed our schedules were completely opposite. She had asked if I had a fridge at work so she could possibly drop the food off during one of my shifts. I thought this would be a good option, so we decided she could stop by in the morning, after her kid's swimming lessons. I had planned to meet with her around 10, right when the store opened, but when I got to work my boss told me I was going recruiting with another manager all morning. I had hoped to be able to meet her, but it looked like we were going to just miss each other. As I walked me out of the store I informed my boss that a woman should be coming by to drop off some food, and to please put it in the fridge when she comes.

The other manager and I returned around noon and I was immediately greeted by one of the part-timers.
"You have a delivery in the office!"
Not only were there two bags of goodies from the woman, but on top of that, there was an entire fresh pizza from the Italian restaurant downstairs. She hadn't said anything about bringing a pizza, so I wasn't sure if it was from her or not. I shared it with everyone and wondered all day where it had come from. The origin of the pizza was a complete mystery until later that night when I got a text message explaining it.

A couple of nights earlier I had gotten a call at 3a.m. from a friend of mine who needed to talk. Instead of ignoring the call, I had answered despite it being in the middle of the night, which was a good decision because my friend had really needed someone to talk to. He explained in the text that the pizza was his way of thanking me for picking up the phone that night.