A man's voice asked me if he had reached my father's house and stated the address. I replied yes. He said, "So this is Amy?" and I wasn't sure how to reply. I asked who he was, and he refused to tell me.
I watch more crime drama than is likely advisable by most mental health professionals. I am beyond irrational when the mood strikes me- or when I get calls from mystery men who know my name and address. I was wierded out. My step mom and my fathers friend were sitting at the kitchen table, equally confused. I hit call display only to see "Private name- Private number". Should I hide under the bed? Cut and dye my hair to disguise myself? Thank God that I wasn't home alone and that it wasn't dark outside.
I tip-toed like sleuth to the front door and peeped out through the glass. A big truck pulled up and a big man got out and went next door. Phew....It wasn't for me. Perhaps the person on the phone was looking for a different Amy Donovan at a different Nick Donovan's house? I am sure it could happen. Positive it could happen. That's what was going on.
I sit at the table again and have a sip of coffee. Then there cam a knock on my door. I am certain that never in my life have I hoped that it may be someone trying to convince me that an alternate religion might be right for me.
I open the door with all of the plot lines from all of the Jerry Bruckheimer shows I have ever watched flashing through my mind. There, on the front step is a man that I recognize but would never have suspected to see standing on my fathers door step with a big bouquet of flowers.
FLOWERS?
Too stunned to think, I stare at him. Then, knowing full well what the man's name is, I say. "Who are you?" He tells me his first name. Then, knowing full well what the man's name is I say, "Who?" And before he can awnser the question that already know the awnser to, he passes me the flowers and a card. I open the card totally confused and really quite stunned at what is happening. Seeking an explanation, I open the card. A pretty stiletto sandal with a pretty pink jewel adorned the card and the inside simply said, "Jackie and friends."
Suddenly all of the sordid Jerry Bruckheimer images were replaced with happy thoughts! Jackie and friends are the awesome girls that I did a 'Sexy in the City' shoot with, just before I left Edmonton to head to Newfoundland. I would never in my life expected to be surprised with flowers by a clients father at my fathers house while on vacation. It was the BEST surprise ever! Really nothing that I ever expected would happen!
I would like to thank Jackie, Chrystal, Dyan and Audrey for making my day! I would also like to thank Jackie's dad for making the delivery- If he laughed at me half as hard as I laughed at myself, then I am sure he had a good chuckle! Check out some of the Sexy in the City photos at http://www.islandmistphotography.com/
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