So I ordered a gift box for a colleague who’d gone above and beyond helping out people on my team at work. He’s a tea-lover, and since Tea with Tracie is in Oakville where I reside, I thought I could just order the gift and bring it into our Toronto office when next I’m in. Trouble is: I gave Tracie the wrong address. Right street, but wrong address. So I emailed her about my self-inflicted idiocy, and she responded quickly and in great humour. I took her advice and tried to contact the folks to whom the package was accidentally delivered. Nothing.
So I phoned Tracie, and identified myself as the moron who messed up his own order. In between her hearty laughter, she sympathized with my error, and then stunned me by saying that her husband would be out that afternoon to make local deliveries. And that she’d just send one with him to replace the one I’d botched. I protested. She insisted. And Tracie is benevolently strong-willed. We live in harsh times, it seems to me. So to get this bright light of grace, fun and light was just such a beautiful gesture. I’m deeply impressed and will spread the word about Tea with Tracie, and do my best to avoid horrible dad puns about her hospitali-tea. Tracie: you did a good thing.