Daily Archives: February 24, 2009

I found a nice little surprise in my P.O. Box yesterday. In it was a small candy box from my good friend Brenda (Dirt Travels). At first glance I thought it was, well, candy. And Valentine’s candy at that.

As is usual I shook it. I don’t know what it is in a man’s genes that makes him shake things to see what’s inside, but I did.

This made me even more curious. I slipped it in my pocket and got in the truck. When I arrived at Loco’s for lunch I pulled it out and whipped out my pocket knife and cut the tape sealing it with surgical precision, garnering some strange looks from some of the other diners. Excited yet baffled and not knowing what to expect, I laid the knife down and carefully began to open the top of the small box with my thumb.

What the crap? After all that excitement? I pulled the plastic wad out, half expecting something to fall out and roll off the table onto the floor and half expecting some spring loaded thingamabobber to jump out at me. Holding the plastic mass in my hand didn’t lend me any clue as to what was actually in it.

Unrolling it, I began to wonder what really was inside. Whatever it was was so small I couldn’t even see it being that all the plastic was folded around it. Around it, over it, beside it, under it, you name it. The narrow elastic strip didn’t even cross my mind until halfway through unwrapping my mysterious little gift did I realize I was unfolding a shower cap!

Finally I came to the end. And what did I find? Hidden deep beneath the folds of that seemingly endless hunk of plastic was a small glass vial. I held it up to the light so I could see; hey, Loco’s is a bar, it’s not so bright in there! A little sticker on the side said:

Holding it up garnered even more strange looks from those people and I decided to set it down. It suddenly occured to me what it looked like and I dared not open it and inspect what was inside for fear that some zealot would call the police on me and I’d be spending my afternoon explaining myself out of a night in jail.
So wrapped it back up in the shower cap and went to put it back in the box when a business card fell out.

Enjoying it I am! My little bottle of dark brown, slightly damp Orem, Utah dirt is sitting right here to the right of my monitor on top of a speaker where I can see it every day. It will serve as my little reminder of how easy it is to make someone’s day. I know it makes her day when she receives a new sample in the mail and this little sample made my day.
I’ve sent her samples and she has now reciprocated. This makes us like blood brothers, but without the blood and spit.
Thank you Brenda. Thank you for a little piece of your world. Thank you for your friendship. And thank you for the shower cap!
Oh, and…
Gotcha! Gotta keep you in suspense!