A week ago, I took Pierson on a walk to drop off some zuchhini bread at some church friends’ house. On the way back, we passed our friends, the Wrights’ house They had a babysitter and her friend (both of whom I know) that evening. They saw me walking and all the kids and the sitters came outside to chat. I talked to them for a little bit and they they shared with me that they had been waiting for the pizza delivery man for a long time. I figured I’d call the Pizza place and check on the status of their delivery. When I called the restaurant, I was told that the order was for CARRYOUT! I figured it would be quicker for me to go pick up the pizza than to put them in the queue for delivery. So, I high-tailed it home, got in my car, drove to pickup the pizza, and delivered it back to the kids, who were by this time HUNGRY.
My friend, Mrs. Wright emailed a message of thanks. Wanna know my reply?
“Hey, glad I could help! I was just at the “WRIGHT PLACE” at the right time.”
Bah-dum-ching. Stand up fees available upon request.
Happy Monday!
