Anonymous. I received
a call recently from a favorite 509 friend.
Coincidentally, I was heading east as the pennies made their way
west. The penny exchange would have been
sweeter had it been in person. With the
logistical challenge we arranged for me to do a pick up at a Seattle area
hotel. The next scenario was as if it
was borrowed from a movie.
I arrive at the front desk giving my name and indicating
that I have a package waiting. She looks
at me suspiciously, sizing me up and down then says “oh, you’re the one with
that heavy box in the back.” I thought
to myself, what is the fuss for and how heavy can it be? Especially when I saw the rather small (about
the size of a sheet of paper and as tall as a roll of pennies) box she handed
to me. Then I felt the weight. Holy cow.
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
I explained it was a box of pennies.
She didn’t believe me. I wish
that I would have weighed the box, I’d bet anything it was an easy 30
pounds. The look on her face was
priceless.
Thank you my dear anonymous friend. I adore you and can’t wait for you to enjoy a
pint soon.
