So, last week, I was up at WeedWoman’s place. We hung out for a little bit, then drove to a slightly less podunk-y town than the one where she lives for a doctor’s appointment, then we came back and had yummy chicken-and-veggie wraps for lunch. After lunch, she hauled out all her WeedWoman stuff so I could do some Mother’s Day shopping for the moms in my world.
After I picked out presents (earrings and bookmarks) for everyone – and a couple of new bookmarks for myself because, well, one can never have too many pretty bookmarks, now, can one? – I added everything up and wrote her a check.
When I got home that afternoon, I realized that the check was still in my checkbook. I’d written it all out, but forgotten to actually remove it from the book and give it to her.
I emailed her as soon as I realized what I’d done. I didn’t want her hunting around the house for a check that was still in my purse. Here’s the response I got to that email:
From: WeedWoman (weedwoman.net)
Date: May 12, 2007 10:57:41 AM EDT
To: Mrs. Chili (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Subject: Case File #324389759
In regard to you recent shoplifting, an incident report has been filed. This will remain on you permanent record for, well, as long as I wish to leave it. Please remember, the road to hell is paved with good intentions and good intentions are no better an excuse than ignorance of the law.
Can you tell why I love her so much?