rfrench doesn't tell everything he knows

[cjsmith]

Yesterday evening, just as I was about to leave work, I got a phone call from the front desk. "You have something here," I was told.

Sure enough I got around the corner and saw roses. Awwwww! Rob!

Then I learned they came with a small heart-shaped box of Neuhaus chocolates. Rob doesn't know about Neuhaus, does he? I so rarely find any -- how would he know they're my favorite hazelnutty chocolate in THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE? So...... who sent these, then?

I opened the card. Rob!

I was squealing like a kid in a tickle fight, so I explained what had been going through my head. I had been so sure Rob didn't know how much I loved Neuhaus! Our office manager, a woman in her forties who sits just near the front desk worker, nodded sagely. "They don't always tell you everything they know, do they?" The smile behind her comment said and I love mine with all my heart.

Heh. I guess she's right: they don't always tell everything they know. :-)

I attempted in my own small way to show my heartfelt appreciation. I think rfrench slept well last night. ;-)

The roses are sitting here on my desk at work, making the cube smell unusually unlike heated electrical components. The chocolates, well, it's going to be awfully difficult to set those aside as part of attempting to heal my feet. But I'll get to them, oh yes I will.

Comments

[jupiter29.livejournal.com]

Awww, that's a sweet story. He sounds like a good guy. :)

[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

I think maybe I'll keep him. ;-)