This is for the anonymous person who commented, “He went out of his way to do you a favor. You could at least have the courtesy to call him back and saying “thanks but no thanks”.
The cop didn’t have my number at first. I called him to tell him how thankful I was for everything he did. I also gave him my number. He returned my call. I called him back. Phone tag ensued and that’s when the guy called me eight times in a row.
I’m not that much of a bitch to not even call him and say thanks! If there’s one thing I am, it’s appreciative. When I went to Chicago to visit my business school for the first time, I was hosted by a 2nd-year student. My last night there, she opened up a bottle of wine–her favorite–a cabernet that could only be purchased from the winery. I made a point to write down the name of the wine. When I returned home, I drove to Napa that very next weekend, and had her favorite wine shipped to her direct from the winery.
While I’m at it, I want to give a shout out to my two favorite Chicago boys, Joe Castillo and Paul Capper. I met these two in b-school when I choreographed a dance routine for our annual variety show. Imagine directing a bunch of geeky guys who have no sense of rhythm (I’m talking about the group not Joe or Paul.). It was painful, but an overall enjoyable experience. If you want to hear more about my bad temper, just ask these guys. During a practice session, I had a full-on conniption. But I got my result. They performed and performed well. Aside from the grand performance, I befriended a group of fun, interesting guys.
Anyhow, these two hoodlums roadtripped out here this past summer after they graduated from b-school. We had a jolly time, hanging out. In fact, we spent a whole night engaged in a lively discussion about sex. Very, very interesting. After they left and the ofoto albums were sent out, these guys went out of their way to mail me the above photo in a frame. A nice gesture, indeed. Thanks so much, Joe and Paul! I get to see your lovely faces every single day