My Pleasure

Do you ever have people thank you so profusely that it almost makes you feel bad? Especially cause it wasn't a chore for you in the first place, it was a delight. But sometimes the response "my pleasure," doesn't convince them, I suppose it's just become another version of "you're welcome."

Last night, I was picking Angie up from one of her new classmate's birthday party with no pressing schedule to follow the fiesta, when Kristin our pastor's wife called and said they were having some car trouble. There were ten of them stranded in their van that wouldn't start, but the good news was they were just around the corner. So, we headed over to the pizza place where their car had serendipitously given up and tried to charge their battery, while chatting with Paul and Kristin, playing with the six kiddos, and catching up with Kristin's visiting parents. Did I mention there was pizza with "real" pepperonis?! So, when they thanked me repeatedly, like I'd donated one of them a kidney instead of just driving them home, it was kind of hard to accept all that gratitude. "You can pay me in pizza anytime!" was the best I could come up with when "My pleasure" fell short.

Today, it happened again! My good friend Adreana wanted to take the Cristo Viene girls and boys who'd made the "honor roll" at school to "Playland," an "amusement park" just outside of the city. (The abundance of quotation marks in that last sentence is because the honor roll is based on a grade level Adreana decided on herself and "Playland" only had three rides open so it may be a stretch to call it an amusement park, however we were amused.) So, Angie and I picked up the eight star students this morning with some fresh baked chocolate chip cookies, picnic lunch and not nearly enough sunblock and headed to the park. It turns out eight hours of fun in the sun may require more than two applications of 30 SPF. But it was well worth it!

Next time anyone needs to ask us a favor involving a "log flume" or pepperonis, pleeeease don't think twice about calling us, even if it's mostly our ginormous car you're looking for and not really our amazing company; although we'll throw in the company for a slice of pizza.