The scene: Yesterday morning, as WS and I are getting ready for the dump run. I am cleaning the glass on the woodstove door and WS is returning the vacuum to the back room.
Me: Heather [the neighbor girl] should be over soon. I got hit up for work for Girl Scout Cookies.
WS: WHAT?
Me: Heather should be over soon selling Girl Scout Cookies, I got hit up at work yesterday by Tony.
Thump, Thump, Thump (the sound of someone coming up the porch stairs.
Knock, Knock, Knock
Us: Laughing hysterically
WS: What timing dear!
WS opens the door, expecting to see Heather, instead sees the FedEx guy delivery the replacement for the broken doorknob to the storm door.
Still haven't seen Heather, but we got good laugh over the coincidental timing!
Heather finally showed up Sunday afternoon for the cookie order
Posted by: bogie | January 20, 2010 at 03:59 AM
Great! I got hit up at the Red Cross, Tuesday. One of our former employees (now a volunteer) showed up with her kids, one of whom was the cutest Girl Scout you ever saw! (No...I didn't buy any. We still have too much Christmas stuff sitting around and I'm not 'sposed to have the sugar and salt and fat. For the last few years, I've bought 20-30 boxes and sent them to a nursing home; but, the nursing home residents don't need the sugar and salt and fat, either, I'm told.)
Posted by: Cop Car | January 21, 2010 at 08:17 AM