Notice up at work, about getting the online education done by the end of June, last line I read as,
"Come talk to me if you have difficulty accepting this."
Actually, the word was, accessing.
Br. brought her one month old baby in to work. One of the most relaxed nurses I know, and so is her wee babbie. Boneless baby pose, "yeah, whatever" look on his face. I rubbed his tiny feet, and was glad.
D and I celebrating our move-in anniversary (19 years living in the same home, over 20 together - talking every single day.) So, we go for local fast food, Crown Burger. (It's appropriate.) On our way, we spot a laptop, sitting open on the sidewalk. D picks it up, and we go to eat. At the table, we open it up, and it's still working, with the owner's address book open. When we get home, we call, leave a message. Get a call back within five minutes, woman frantic, she'd apparently forgotten it on the roof as she strapped her child into carseat. She lives close, and we wait in our lobby for her. As she comes though the door, I approach and ask, "Is this yours?" She's shaking, nearly in tears, so relieved. I assured her it started right up, which was how we got the phone number, and gave it to her.
I'm guessing tomorrow, she's going to want to thank us, but not be able to reach us. Good. She really wasn't thinking properly. The look of relief on her face was just wonderful.
Good to be satisfied in a job well done.
4 comments:
Fireworks for everyone! Hurrah!
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Maybe it was an intentional slip.
Yes, interacting with newborns can be rejuvenating.
Happy anniversary, and good job on returning the laptop - it was fortunate that the person didn't have any security thus preventing you from identifying the owner, but it was also stupid to not have security.
Phil,
She'd just picked it up from being repaired. She was obviously a bit preoccupied.
If it hadn't started up, or if we couldn't get it to tell us who it belonged to, we'd have taken it to the Mac Store, and they would have found the owner.
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