My mom called me last week on my birthday and announced that this is a magical year for me.
I’m turning 36, and three plus six equals nine.
I thought about that later while I scrubbed the make line. Yep. Pretty magical.
she also sent flowers from The Flower Box here in Baker City. Mom, they’re beautiful!
I’ll keep them at work, since I am there more often than home, and that way more people can enjoy them.
I did deliveries on my birthday evening, giving everyone who ordered a delivery a free slice of cheesecake if they tipped. I didn’t announce it or anything – just waited to see if they tipped and would say “Hold On!” then bring one from the delivery van. Obviously I don’t keep any of the tips, but it felt good to share on my special day.
Because I was on deliveries, I had to leave Chuck Norris (not his real name, obviously) to run the kitchen with the new kid. Norris did a GREAT job. It feels good to know that there is another competent cook in the kitchen besides Whitey and I.
So in other news, I need to create a list of Things Not To Do After Ordering a Delivery. Maybe make up some fliers and post them around town.
Rule Number One: Keep your lights on.
I trolled up and down this one particular street that night, squinting furiously, trying to make out the addresses on the houses. I finally pulled over so that I could punch in the address on my phone (which has GPS) when I noticed that the house I had pulled up in front of was where my delivery was.
THIS house had ordered delivery:
I rang the doorbell, half expecting someone to jump me from the side of the house and rob me of the delivery cash.
I made a point to tell the guy who answered the door that I couldn’t find the house; sorry I was a little late, yo.
He told me that his girlfriend didn’t like the lights on when they were watching movies. Even a porch light? Needless to say, he didn’t get cheesecake.