I forgot to mention what happened to me a couple of weeks back.
We were getting ready to do our roof. I was alone on the roof the first day stripping some shingles when I saw a delivery truck pull up. From the roof it looked like flowers.
At first I thought that someone had anticipated the inevitable and had sent me a “Get well from your fall” arrangement, or even a “Deepest Sympathy” arrangement for Charlene. Turns out it was an amazing fruit arrangement that tasted as good as it looked:
The card said something like, “Cool fruit for a hot day.” It’s the closest thing I’ve experienced to the infamous drive-by fruiting of Mrs. Doubtfire. It was amazing.
I have really good friends.