Doughnuts
We had just arrived in Georgia, coming from Overseas, relocating after fourteen years. We had more luggage than I would like to remember.
We were staying in a Hotel, the third one since our arrival, since all hotels were booked ahead of time. Finding an apartment was a little more difficult than we had anticipated. The one we had wanted when we arrived was much better looking on the net than it was once we walked into the door to check it out.
Besides our luggage that was crowding the room we also had bought a few things, a computer and monitor, a printer, small and medium sized household items and a TV.
Being back after so many years there were a lot of things we wanted to enjoy, one of them being doughnuts, freshly baked, hmmmmm!
Not thinking that anything bad could happen, I asked my husband to go out and get some of those delicious doughnuts and coffee. Right away I had sparked his and our son’s interest and, together, they got on their way, while I got comfortable in front of the TV, awaiting the sweet treat.
The next doughnut store was not far away and, even with a crowd demanding doughnuts, it should take no more than thirty minutes at the most to buy our treat and return to the hotel. Those were my calculations.
The first thirty minutes went by and the next thirty minutes followed. I started to get worried, pacing the floor, looking out the window and pacing the floor again.
Another thirty minutes later I had settled back in front of the TV, watching the news, trying to focus on something that would keep my mind from worrying about my two guys when, suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
Peeking through the small peephole, I could not see anything, so I opened the door and found my son on the other side, grinning.
"Finally!" I called out, "what took you so long?"
"Well, dad kind of got sidetracked and bought a couch set," my son answered.
Knowing him, I know to expect one of his pranks at any time and, with this big grin on his face, I was sure that a prank was all it was about. Only moments later my husband popped up behind him, together with a man I had never seen before.
"Hi, I’m back. This is Joe," he introduced me to his companion, who smiled and shook my hand.
"I passed this store down the street and that’s where we met," he explained as he walked passed me and started to rearrange the furniture in the hotel room. He moved the small table and the chairs to the back of the room, almost blocking the bathroom door. The armchair, in which I had sat to watch TV, was moved on top of the table.
Speechless I stood and watched, not sure what to think of it.
"I bought a couch set," he mumbled quickly under his breath as he passed me on his way out, followed by Joe.
Suspicious I looked at my son, I’ve caught father and son before conspiring against me with a prank.
"I told you so," my son grinned and followed his father out the door.
To my surprise and, as I might admit to my shock, Joe and my husband returned carrying a big, no, a gigantic couch toward our room. Quickly I jumped out of the way. Together they placed it in front of the window.
"Be right back!" my husband promised and disappeared before I could protest. He returned with Joe and a love seat, which he placed next to the couch and was gone before I could give voice to my protest. He returned only moments later with an armchair, almost as big as the love seat.
"Wait a minute!" I said close to panic and blocked him from bringing the chair inside, "what are you doing?"
"We are bringing the couch set in. We can’t just leave it outside, right" he replied.
"But, we don’t even have an apartment, how are we going to move around with a couch set, which will certainly not fit in the car?" I asked desperate.
"Don’t worry, I’ll come and help you get it into your new place," Joe promised. I studied his face and somehow he did not seem very dependable at the moment.
"What about the doughnuts?" I dared to ask and received blank stares from all three guys.
That happened eighteen months ago, I am still waiting for the doughnuts…
We did find an apartment, but we could not track down Joe to help us move the couch.
