I've been meaning to tell you all about a couple of crazy things that happened last Thursday.
I saw the worst side of humanity and the best side of humanity. I'll start with the worst.A couple of weeks ago after church Ben told me, “Your right rear is kind of low.” After I punched him in the face I realized he was talking about my tire. So I went and aired up my back right tire, and checked it again last Thursday morning and it was low again. So I figured I must have a leak. So I took my car to the Firestone that’s literally a block away from work and walked to work. A few minutes later they called and told me there were two punctures in my tire. I jokingly said, “Are you saying someone slashed my tire?” and the guy said, “It sure looks that way – two four inch slashes.” Not sure where this happened (I park in my garage at home), but at the moment, I’m looking out for my enemies.
Second story...A few weeks ago a bunch of people from church pooled their money together to buy a going away gift for Broc. One of the things we got him was tickets to see Seinfeld because he kind of has a man crush on him. I bought the tickets online at ticketmaster and when you do that they are supposed to send you a notice when they have been printed and they are supposed to be delivered in the mail at least five business days before the event. Well the show is this Saturday, and as of last Thursday I still hadn't received the email or the tickets. So I was starting to kind of freak out about if and when they would arrive.
Fast forward to last Thursday night (the same day I found out my tire had been slashed) - I got home at about 10PM and went to check the mail, hoping to find something from Ticketmaster. There was nothing from Ticketmaster, but among all the junk mail and mortgage insurance letters (that won't stop coming) there was an envelope hand addressed to me. The return address was from Chuck Cox at a Dallas address. I don't know a Chuck Cox so I was very curious as to what this hand addressed envelope contained. I opened it up to find a note inside that said "Kelly, Ticketmaster accidentally sent me your tickets. Here you go." My name and address was on the tickets so he mailed them to me. He could have used them or sold them or just ignored them, but this guy sent them to me in the mail! Isn't that crazy! So now I have the tickets and Broc can go drool over Jerry Seinfeld Saturday.
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