I’d previously written about my grievances with the nonperishables that occupied space in our basement and how I valiantly tried getting rid of them. There was the episode with the high chair that required a separate post, and here it is.
So one afternoon at the coffee machine, conversation skipped over a few different things as is wont and landed with how babies are about scarcely 20 inches but occupy about 20 feet of our home with their stuff. Naturally, since am the grand-mama of all moms out there and I could easily set shop with all the kid stuff we possess, I related my woes on trying to get rid of baby seats. Most wouldn’t buy a baby seat due to safety concerns, and neither would Salvation Army take it, and it’s such a shame to waste a perfectly good one.
Then a colleague (C1) asked if I still had the high chair. I jumped. Said sure! Come on over and pick it up, you live like what 10 minutes away? She said yes, but timings are different, would you mind bringing it over? That meant bringing in the van as opposed to the car I usually drove and required some juggling for the kids. I said sure, one day isn’t gonna hurt. I did the next day. She doesn’t show up, and then tells me, o just leave it at work, I can pick it up tomorrow.
Er? Drag a high chair from the 2nd level in garage onto the 2nd floor in the building and then keep it where? In my cube? Maybe not I think. Will just bring it back next day. Did. She picks it up, says, great, thank you! I say, great, sure, you welcome.
Cut to a month later.
Work’s peaking, and couldn’t take a break to pick up lunch. She (C1)and another colleague(C2) were stepping out and this C2 asks if I wanted anything. I said sure, depends where you girls are going? Firehouse subs probably. alright, they have a veg sub, pick one up? Drink? Nope, nothing. I fish a $5 bill and hand it to her. From what I remember I know it’s $4 something. Let me know?
C2 appears 20 minutes later, sub in a brown bag.
C2: You lucky, that veggie sub looks delicious!
Me: aw, thanks! Hope it tastes half as good. I owe anything?
C2: O I don’t think so, just about. C1 paid though, I used my card as I was picking up for C3 and C4 as well.
Me: Oh, alright, will check with her.
C2: No, it was just about right I think. No worries. Alright, bon appetit.
10 minutes later, popping her head in:
C1: hey, you got the sub?
Me: Yep! Thanks!!
C1: Yeah, it was $5.20, with tax.
Uncomfortable silence. C1 standing at the door not moving.
Me: So I owe you 0.20 cents?
Me: Digging through my bag for change, find a bunch of cents, a few quarters, no dimes. Handing a quarter: Here!
C1: Cool, enjoy your lunch!