Here is a post written by the ever awesome Snarky Rachel (aka Bella Rachel in previous posts) I told her a story about something that knocked me off my
feet a bit. So what did she do?
She wrote it on my blog as me, knowing that I
never would have posted it on my own. So here is Snarky Rachel telling you a story about what
happened to me from my point of view. This is how all blogs are written,
right?
I know that usually
this blog is dedicated to the crazy things that happen to me and to my friends
that are in my near vicinity. But, today, something so out of the ordinary
happened to me that was incredibly sweet and unexpected and SnarkyRachel has forced me to
write about it.
I came home late from work today, showered and then my husband and I decided that we would like pizza for dinner. I ordered pizza from our usual place and went casually about my business. Now, I will say that I consider myself a good tipper. I feel like delivering pizza must absolutely suck and I do my best to counteract that as much as I can. I digress.
Once the pizza was delivered I paid, tipped, took the pizza, and started to go inside with my food. The delivery guy stopped me, saying “Wait, I wanted to tell you something.”
“Yes?” I replied, preparing myself for the latest pizza promotion.
Stuttering, he responded, “I just wanted to tell you....(long pause) You are beautiful. And I always am excited to come deliver here cause I know I’ll see you and I’ve never gotten it together to tell you before.”
Stunned, I paused for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts. Then I told him that I am married, but that he had made my night. He said, “It’s not a pick up or anything, I just wanted to tell you.”
I’m not entirely sure what to make of this encounter...but I thought it was incredibly sweet. Or else I’m a better tipper than I thought.
I came home late from work today, showered and then my husband and I decided that we would like pizza for dinner. I ordered pizza from our usual place and went casually about my business. Now, I will say that I consider myself a good tipper. I feel like delivering pizza must absolutely suck and I do my best to counteract that as much as I can. I digress.
Once the pizza was delivered I paid, tipped, took the pizza, and started to go inside with my food. The delivery guy stopped me, saying “Wait, I wanted to tell you something.”
“Yes?” I replied, preparing myself for the latest pizza promotion.
Stuttering, he responded, “I just wanted to tell you....(long pause) You are beautiful. And I always am excited to come deliver here cause I know I’ll see you and I’ve never gotten it together to tell you before.”
Stunned, I paused for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts. Then I told him that I am married, but that he had made my night. He said, “It’s not a pick up or anything, I just wanted to tell you.”
I’m not entirely sure what to make of this encounter...but I thought it was incredibly sweet. Or else I’m a better tipper than I thought.
This is so awesome, I can't even tell you. We (all of your friends) have been telling you for *years* that you are beee-yoooou-teeee-fuuul. Now you know we aren't lying! ;)
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