I always have, and I hope I always will, find something to laugh about every single day. It was no different when I was on SDPD. As I sit here reflecting on the events involving the mystery woman, I laughed, yet again. I do not know her name or where she lives. In fact, I am offering anyone who can identify her or if she comes forward, free AMC movie tickets for the entire family. Please help us find out who she is so we can put the closing paragraph on this week's story.
About twenty five years on the streets of San Diego as a cop, I have had people approach me and tell me good things as well as bad things. When the mystery woman hurriedly approached our Community Hub (TM) on Thursday morning, I could tell she had an urgent matter at hand. I immediately sensed something was not right. I could see the sense of trepidation in her eyes.
The mystery woman was carrying a large white box in her hands as she ran up to the Hub. It was a only few minutes before 0900 hours, (police talk) and the Postal Annex in 4S Village had not yet opened. The woman quickly placed the box on our granite counter. Slightly out of breath, she asked politely, but with just a tinge of desperation, "Would you please, act like you are the post office?" Before I could stop and consider the consequences, I found myself saying, "sure". She must have sensed my confusion, so she slowly began to open the white box.
As the box was opening, I noticed she was trying to do so discreetly. I could tell she was hiding her movement from someone behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, I saw the second half of the equation. I saw a small child, (likely her young son) peering out the rear open window of their vehicle. While restrained in his car seat, he looked stressed and very interested in what his mom was doing. When the box was fully opened, I could see the items of interest that were bringing the three of us together on this sunny morning in San Diego. Today was the day! It was a milestone for the mystery woman and her young child. I felt very lucky and blessed to be a part of it...
Inside the box sitting rather lonely in the spacious accommodations was a small, clear zip lock bag. As I looked closer, I saw it contained not just one, but about a dozen multi-colored pacifiers, or "Binkies". Wow! A variety of sizes. A complete collection. Solid gold to the little boy who was peering desperately around his mom to see what his mom was doing with all his treasures. It made me think of our own boys and wonder what story his mom had used to justify the long planned separation. Were they being sent to Santa's Elves? Or was it for kids that could not afford Binkies?
In a flash of movement the mystery woman was running back to her car and pulling out of the parking lot. Fast execution. I like that. The little boy's look was priceless. He was tightly strapped in his car seat with a forlorn look on his face. Probably the way I look at Theresa after a Chargers loss or a friend uses another Realtor. As the mystery woman quickly drove off, I yelled to the child who's window was down, "the postal worker will make sure your Binkies, get to those kids!" He wasn't smiling. He rotated his head and stared at me as his mom accelerated away. Life is just not fair.
I then looked again at the large white box and saw there was actually a name and address written on it. Now what do I do? I could not see just throwing them out. I walked over to talk with Jennifer Harper, who is the owner of Postal Annex. After much laughter, she confirmed it was only two dollars to mail the Binkies to the name and Oregon address on the box. We both figured, "what the heck". We split it. I tossed Jennifer a dollar and the Binkies are now in the mail.
I then wondered if the mystery women really wanted them to be mailed or intended to throw them out in Postal Annex. If anyone speaks to our mystery women, please let us know. We would love to hear her side of the story and if we really should have mailed the pacifiers. Maybe I sent them to an old boss that was a, "cry baby". I just don't know. Myself, and our whole team of employees are really curious to find out.
Mystery woman please call us or email us at editor@trustshay.com We would love to hear your precious story in your own words. We will run it next week.
We hope you have a week filled with laughter!
I then wondered if the mystery women really wanted them to be mailed or intended to throw them out in Postal Annex. If anyone speaks to our mystery women, please let us know. We would love to hear her side of the story and if we really should have mailed the pacifiers. Maybe I sent them to an old boss that was a, "cry baby". I just don't know. Myself, and our whole team of employees are really curious to find out.
Mystery woman please call us or email us at editor@trustshay.com We would love to hear your precious story in your own words. We will run it next week.
We hope you have a week filled with laughter!
