I sent an e-mail to my company telling them of a mistake they had made in the description of an upcoming courier job. They had misinterpreted a floor number and building name in Portuguese as a postcode and the name of the city. I only meant for them to correct it so that people would be more likely to bid on the job, instead I got this: “I see you speak the language. The job is yours.” 😂
Got a nice surprise from the in-laws as well. I’ve been planning and booking things for a California road trip and had floated the idea of spending the final two nights in a lighthouse or something in a similar location. As you can imagine, the word “inexpensive” has no place in these considerations. But they called this afternoon and said that since I’m doing all the research and planning, they’ll cough up for this idea and invite me and the spousal unit.
Finally, while in the grocery store, I noticed a girl of maybe twelve years pestering her father for something. Happens all the time and it’s best ignored, but I overheard what she actually wanted and it made me smile: “Daaaaaad, the powdered stuff tastes so baaaaad!” and later: “What if I peel them and you do the rest?” She wanted real mashed potatoes instead of powdered. ☺️ Young lady, I’d invite you over for a serving if that wasn’t creepier than POTUS 45.