If you recall the last post, I tried to get plants for our neighborhood and failed miserably…
Before I left the place, I called GG and told him what had happened and that I was leaving. Really, what I told him was that I hoped he hadn’t paid them yet, and that I was leaving with no plants. I apologized to the Writer, and we all left.
On the way home, I called the husband. I never call the husband when he’s at work. He has a high pressure job, and on any giving day, he has about twenty different balls in the air. I don’t bug him at work, but when he’s home, he’s home. Like I said, I called him. Within a few seconds I lost my shit and started sobbing on the phone that I had lost the plants for the neighborhood because of my shitty attitude, lack of patience and overall hatred of bad customer service.
The husband was trying to console me and being extra sweet. He said, “don’t worry about it! Madam President didn’t even want the plants…”
Ok. I felt a little better, but also like what tha’ hell?! What was I even doing this for anyways… there’s nothing planned for Saturday other than weeding, and I’m sure it’ll end up being the husband and three other people… but OK.
Then GG called. He apologized profusely about the nursery and making me go there. I told him it wasn’t his fault and not to worry about it. Then he said that he was still going to try to get those plants for me from a different nursery and that the city wouldn’t be using them anymore.
“Listen, I know you’re busy with tomorrow. Please don’t worry about it. Madam President didn’t even want the plants,” I said.
“Ok. If I have time, I’ll see what I can do,” he finished.
I got home, and 2kicks and I just went about our Friday way. I cleaned, the kid played, but I still felt like a disappointment and we didn’t have the G-D plants. The husband got home, we had dinner, and everything was ok with the world. As usual, after dinner, 2kicks goes to bed and the husband and I sit outside with a glass of whatever and we either watch a show, or we chat about the day. That night we chatted about the nursery, the plants, and the neighbors. He was trying really hard to cheer me up, when it started raining. I mean pouring torrential rain!
It had to be way past 9pm when the husband stood up from his seat and said, “there’s a van outside! It’s GG… and… he’s driving away…”
“What?!” I asked standing straight up.
The husband whipped around and said, smiling, “I bet he dropped off your plants…”
I grabbed an umbrella and ran outside to the front yard to find an assortment of about twenty potted three gallon Florida native plants. Just sitting there by the little library! A wave of gratitude and relief washed over me…
To be continued… for the last time!Tags: city, dissapointment, florida, Husband, native, plants, time, volunteer