Through the Eyes of a Delivery Goddess |
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While Bob and I watched the Arizona Cardinals roll over the Dallas Cowboys on Sunday, he reminded me that Wayne Gandy, a former Pittsburgh Steeler, is now playing for the Cardinals. One of the original condominium plans around this area is a cluster of really nice, large, red brick single family homes; each with two stories, and if I'm not misaken, a garage and basement. They are very closely nestled around a series of culdesacs. For anyone interested, I attempted to put a google satellite picture at the bottom of this page; make sure you zoom in. They are definately an upper class style of housing with a ten foot red brick wall surrounding the community, big black iron gates under an archway at the entrance. The intersections all have circle shaped islands, much like a system of small town squares connected by a windy paved pathway with trees and overhanging ivy. As I left the shop with several pizzas for the Gandy residence, one of the other drivers asked if I'd ever been there before. When I said that I hadn't, they felt compelled to forewarn me about the greeting I'd receive. He said that when Mr. Gandy opens the door, he hides behind it for the first few seconds so that it almost looks like the door opens magically. The inside of the house is pitch black - you can see a TV on in the distance, but that's the only light in the house. It doesn't matter if it's one hundred percent sunny at noon, or midnight. Mr. Gandy then peeks around the edge of the door at you before he steps into the doorway, almost as if he is checking to make sure you're not his mother-in-law or something. "So?", I thought... no big deal. I arrived at the house around 10pm, so it was dark. I approached the large solid wood front door like something from the front of a castle, and rang the door bell. As predicted, the door opened magically. After about ten seconds, he peered around from behind the door, then stepped out into the doorway. What the other driver did not tell me, is that Wayne Gandy is a very dark complected African American six and a half foot tall man. Now, at the risk of being offensive, his size blocked any light from behind him, and it was dark outside, so the faint yellow light from the side marker lights on my car almost ten feet way picked up the sparkle from his eyes, and eventually his teeth as he smiled and said, "Please, step inside." He was otherwise nearly invisible. From there, the delivery was typical - he handed over money that included a fairly handsome tip, and I handed over his food. I decided the greeting was amusing enough to be included in the "Curbside Etiquette" collection. Be sure to zoom in by clicking the plus sign. View Larger Map |