Ryan and I had a garage sale the day of Mallory's bachelorette party.....we had it at the old house so we could get rid of everything that we didn't want to bring to the new house. We sold a lot of stuff, I think we ended up making $300 each? But it was H-O-T. And it took a lot of work to get everything organized and priced. By the time it was over, and I had dealt with my fair share of hagglers, I vowed never to have another garage sale again. Next time I'm leaving it all at Goodwill.
Just when we were closing up and about to head home, a van pulled up and a guy got out with the most gorgeous bouquet of flowers I had ever seen. He started walking towards us, and of course I thought he had the wrong house. Nobody has lived there since we moved out last November.
He asked if anyone was "Andrea!" HUH?? What is this random bouquet that came to the old house at the exact right moment? I read the card, and it was from my colleague who supervises that horrible account. It was a thank you for all of my hard work. Just because. I thought it was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me, and I enjoyed every second those beautiful flowers graced my dining room table.
Later, I found out that she had sent it to my old house by accident, she got the address from my boss in Memphis. How crazy is it that I happened to be there that day??