And a naked three year old
When they make a sitcom of my life, this will be the episode that no one believes could really happen...
Last night I was scheduled to take food to a family with a new baby. Let's call them "the Armstrongs"*. I have their address and phone number, and I think I know which family it is, but am not positive. Once I have the meal prepared, I call Mrs. Armstrong to say I'll be over there shortly, and I've Google-mapped the directions to their house. Let's say the address is 60 S Moore*.
I get to their house, which conveniently has a light on the front porch so I can easily see the "60", and knock (in case the baby is sleeping). No one comes to the door, so I finally ring the bell. A teenage girl opens the door. I smile, say "hi", and she opens the door so I can go in. As I'm headed toward the kitchen, a man walks by with a vacuum cleaner he's putting away. I smile and greet him, too. I'm in the kitchen, about to put vanilla ice cream in their freezer (to go with the Homemade "Magic Shell") when a friendly woman comes into the kitchen and says, "Hi, I'm Katherine," and sticks her hand out. I shake her hand and say, "hi, I'm Ant."
At this point, she seems a little confused or maybe she says she's confused or she asks why I'm there. I can't remember what actual words were exchanged. So I ask, confused, "this isn't the Armstrongs?" No, it's not. "Isn't this 60 South Moore?" No, it's 60 Moore. 60 South Moore is about 10 houses down that way. Here, they'll show me!
So we all have a good laugh, they ask if it's a party, I explain I'm taking food to a family with a new baby, and I drive 10 houses "to the south".
Yeah, I know.
In my defense, there are lots of families in my church having babies, and I don't know them all. I've taken food to several families I didn't know, so didn't think it odd that I didn't recognize anyone in that house. In addition, whenever there's a new baby in a house, there are often various friend and family visitors, so it didn't seem odd in the least to me that I didn't recognize any of the people I'd seen yet by the time I was in their kitchen and opening their freezer. I figured the new mom was probably feeding the baby and the rest of the people were related somehow.
And just to make it more surreal, in the house-that-wasn't-the-Armstrongs, there was a naked three year old running around. She seemed friendly and said hi and there may have been talk of a bath. She also followed me out on the front porch when I left. Barefoot and all. And it was about 50 degrees or less at the time.
So there you have it. A good pilot episode for that sitcom, anyway. And does anyone besides me think it odd that the MOM had to be the one to address the crazy stranger in this story? Not a teenage girl who was in no way incapacitated, nor the perfectly functional, grownup dad? In fact, now that I think about it, the naked three-year old said more to me than the teenager or the dad ...
*Names and actual addresses changed
Last night I was scheduled to take food to a family with a new baby. Let's call them "the Armstrongs"*. I have their address and phone number, and I think I know which family it is, but am not positive. Once I have the meal prepared, I call Mrs. Armstrong to say I'll be over there shortly, and I've Google-mapped the directions to their house. Let's say the address is 60 S Moore*.
I get to their house, which conveniently has a light on the front porch so I can easily see the "60", and knock (in case the baby is sleeping). No one comes to the door, so I finally ring the bell. A teenage girl opens the door. I smile, say "hi", and she opens the door so I can go in. As I'm headed toward the kitchen, a man walks by with a vacuum cleaner he's putting away. I smile and greet him, too. I'm in the kitchen, about to put vanilla ice cream in their freezer (to go with the Homemade "Magic Shell") when a friendly woman comes into the kitchen and says, "Hi, I'm Katherine," and sticks her hand out. I shake her hand and say, "hi, I'm Ant."
At this point, she seems a little confused or maybe she says she's confused or she asks why I'm there. I can't remember what actual words were exchanged. So I ask, confused, "this isn't the Armstrongs?" No, it's not. "Isn't this 60 South Moore?" No, it's 60 Moore. 60 South Moore is about 10 houses down that way. Here, they'll show me!
So we all have a good laugh, they ask if it's a party, I explain I'm taking food to a family with a new baby, and I drive 10 houses "to the south".
Yeah, I know.
In my defense, there are lots of families in my church having babies, and I don't know them all. I've taken food to several families I didn't know, so didn't think it odd that I didn't recognize anyone in that house. In addition, whenever there's a new baby in a house, there are often various friend and family visitors, so it didn't seem odd in the least to me that I didn't recognize any of the people I'd seen yet by the time I was in their kitchen and opening their freezer. I figured the new mom was probably feeding the baby and the rest of the people were related somehow.
And just to make it more surreal, in the house-that-wasn't-the-Armstrongs, there was a naked three year old running around. She seemed friendly and said hi and there may have been talk of a bath. She also followed me out on the front porch when I left. Barefoot and all. And it was about 50 degrees or less at the time.
So there you have it. A good pilot episode for that sitcom, anyway. And does anyone besides me think it odd that the MOM had to be the one to address the crazy stranger in this story? Not a teenage girl who was in no way incapacitated, nor the perfectly functional, grownup dad? In fact, now that I think about it, the naked three-year old said more to me than the teenager or the dad ...
*Names and actual addresses changed