Today is Thursday. On Monday of this week, as I was walking to my 85 year old friend's house for our morning cup of coffee and allotment of local gossip, I met an attractive young lady standing by her car.
"Is this your house...may I park here?" she asked politely.
"Sure!" I replied. "Headed to work?"
She assured me that was exactly what she was doing, and we went our separate ways. She left out a detail: she intended to park there for days! That wasn't so bad. However, originally, I failed to notice she left very little room for any visitors who might stop by to see us. Again, I admit, I had made the mistake of of assuming ( yeah yeah yeah...I know...assuming) she was there for the day.
Here's the fun part...really. Choosing to leave a note requesting she not park there so long the "next time," and not wanting to seem unfriendly, I put the note and a brand-new copy of my novel ONE ACT OF KINDNESS (is that appropriate or what?) inside a Ziploc bag and placed it under her wiper. Too, I autographed it and left in a friendly inscription.
While we were not looking, she finally returned this morning. Let's see what happens! To be continued?