I received this one, tonight:*
Hey Jim, Mary [Doe] married for a while to a [Smith] wasn't she? Which one? Mom.Having sleepily arrived home at 8 pm to find dinner and tend to chores, I merrily responded:
Hi Mom,I hit send, thinking, "God, I'm loopy; that woman is going to think I'm nuts. Ah well. A stranger."
You got the wrong Stewart; I'm Lori, not Jim. I don't know who Mary Doe was married to.
Just wanted you to know that you got the wrong address. Have a nice day.
It wasn't long before I got this message back:
Sorry about that. I found my mistake.I laughed outloud when I noticed she signed it,
MomSince it was an e-mail encounter, I don't guess I know that she was laughing, but I'll just give her credit for pulling one over on me, and assume that we were both laughing.
A laugh with a complete stranger is one of those things that has always made my day. My cheeks hurt from smiling, now, at this stranger that returned my volley.
It brings to mind another memory of laughing with a stranger, that I wrote about 3.5 years ago. Could it have been that long? This memory still brings a smile to my face.
Laughing with a Stranger.
Does it only happen every 4 years or so? I like to think not. There are some, however, that you just manage to carry with you for a lifetime.
It's why I love them so.
As always, share. A stranger has made you laugh, and I want to know.
*Following Dragnet's lead, names were changed, to protect the innocent.