Tuesday, my Mommy dropped me off at the airport, and I prepared to take my flight to do a 72 hour house hunt (once again, in our house, pancake mix requires a lot of thought, but a house? Yeah we give it three days tops and just buy something. That's how we roll). I boarded my flight, and settled in for my quick trip to Atlanta where I would catch my connecting flight. I settled into my seat next to the Culligan man (for real), and got ready to people watch.
Airport security was patting people down pretty hard, so I was taking in my surroundings to see if I needed to prepare myself to kick a little booty mid-air. Everything was going well, and I noticed a well dressed woman walking past me. She noticed a buddy.
Lady 1: Oh! Look who it is!
Lady 2: Oh my! Well, what are you doing here? Oh! I should have known! You're going to...
Lady 1: France! And that's right, because you're going to...
Lady 2: Italy!
Lady 1: Right! How long are you going to be there?
Lady 2: 2 weeks, you?
Lady 1: Only 10 days.
Lady 2: Oh, I just needed that extra time.
Lady 1: Well enjoy!
Lady 2: Thanks, you too!
Water boy and I exchanged glances and giggled. I'm not sure where his final destination was, but I'm quite sure we were both one-upped.
Last Sunday was Halloween, and although my blog poll showed an overwhelming majority to the Capri-Sun/water handout (thank you! All six of you!), Hubs trumped the vote and bought candy (Almond Joys. Guess what kids don't like? Almond Joy. Guess what we have a lot of left in the candy bucket?).
So we go trick-or-treating, and we come to the other house on the north side of the 'hood that gives out beverages and guess what? All the kids squealed with delight.
Look!!! Can I drink it now?! I wanna save mine!! What flavor is it!? Help me open the straw!!
Not even the full-sized candy bar house got that kind of praise. Hubs had already headed home to set up the bon fire and big screen, so I shot my I-told-you-so dirty look to a mail box.
But guess what! Capri-sun house was one-upped.
What could one-up Capri-Sun?
It wasn't the full-sized candy bars.
Not the "take as much as you want!" house.
It started with a neighbor who had affixed a 8x11 sheet of college ruled paper to their door with the simple, scrawled message: Come next door.
As we walked next door, we noticed two adults manning a card table and small fire. The kids neared them and said their Trick-or-Treats, fishing through a bowl of candy. After they found the good stuff, the guy looked at me and said, "Would you like something?"
Me: Oh, no thank you!
Dude: Are you sure?
Me: Yeah, I'm allergic to 99% of all candy. Thanks though! Have a great night!
Dude: No! I mean something to drink!
Me: Oh I'm ok, it's kind of chilly anyway.
Dude: I know. Want a beer to warm you up?
And to that, I say, THANK YOU!