Quite a few years ago when I was an undergraduate at North Carolina State University I used to get phone calls all the time from department stores. Nothing good ever came from those calls. At the time I was, how should I say….a bit of a credit risk. Most of my incoming calls circa 1992 were in regards to some payment that was due….or more specifically, past due. I was a young college kid with no concept of money management or spending limits.
So a couple of months ago when the caller ID came up with the name of a department store my knee-jerk reaction was to screen the call. But I quickly remembered that I’m a recovered payment neglecter. I pay my bills now. I had nothing to fear.
So I answered.
Well, thank goodness I did. It was none other than the famous Barney’s of New York calling. Seriously? I was floored.
But wait, it gets better. The folks at Barney’s wanted to send flowers to a dear friend that was scheduled to come to Savannah. They had been referred to us as someone in town that would send not just your average ‘get well’ flowers. I thought that was a really nice complement. Much appreciated. When we asked how to make out the card they told us it should read: “Dear Manolo, …”
I giggled as I addressed it to Mr. Manolo Blahnik.
Happy Birthday to Natalie!
