Note: I anticipate that some of my Canadian friends might want to comment on this.
A week and a half ago, Elissa asked me to perform a small service (like in The Godfather). I was happy to oblige and thought nothing of it.
She was stranded, seven months pregnant, with her sister, Kelliann at Dallas Ft. Worth airport, which apparently is a bad place to be when there are lots of storms in the Southeast. They were on their way home from Houston, after spending the weekend with Megan, Alicia, Andrew, and his mom, Carmen. They were reviewing some of the plans for Megan and Andrew’s wedding next February, including Megan selecting her gown.
The father of my soon to be born granddaughter was heading out on business to Montreal, Canada, which required me to be called into service because Selby was home alone. If all the planes were on time, Selby would have been home alone for only a few hours, which is no big deal. Unfortunately, the girl’s flights from Dallas to Columbia were canceled, re-booked and canceled several times. So, I drove to Columbia and brought Selby back to our house for the 36 hours it took for the girls to finally get back.
Maybe because he felt guilty or maybe just because he knows I drink coffee all day, Cole, my ginger son-in-law returned from Canada with 800g of Tim Hortons Coffee (Original Blend).
I had never heard of Mr. Horton, but as I typed “Tim” into a search engine, it autocompleted the full name and took me to a plethora of reading options and in eight languages no less. That is a big company. I wonder if Tim still works there?
Tomorrow morning I will try this Canadian coffee and ponder the company’s worldwide market penetration.
My guess is that it will be pretty good.
Thank you, Cole.
PS. . . Selby had a great time, playing with her cousins and sleeping on Alicia’s side of the bed. Hopefully, I will never need to ask Elissa to do me a service in return.