My Wednesday's "Who the Heck is Kiki?" column (where I was invited to a party, didn't know the person who invited me, and when I called to inquire the situation got even more bizarre), unearthed some hilarious stories from readers. For those of you, like Elizabeth, who asked...
"Great story...that would still be bothering me. Did you go to the party?"--Elizabeth
(Suzanne replies) I didn't. They were so rude on the phone I decided I wouldn't find any joy there.
Readers recall invites of their own:
"Sorry I don't know who Kiki is, but something similar happened to my husband and me. We had just moved into a new neighborhood and received an invitation to a Christmas party. The envelope was addressed with first names -my husband's and Kelly (my name isn't Kelly). So we thought oh, someone forgot my name and my husband was pretty sure he knew who had sent the invitation. Fast forward to the party, we were warmly greeted at the door, ushered into the home, and immediately got suspicious. The person he thought invited us was nowhere to be found, there were pictures on the walls of children (from 1960-70's); we suddenly realized someone made a mistake--now what do we do? We laughed! How do we get out of this? Then a very nice gentleman (the host), came up to us and asked, "'I'm sorry, who are you?'" Caught! We said, "Sorry, we just realized we are at the wrong house?" He said, "No worries, stay. Everyone meet our new friends!" We lived in that town for 10 years and bumped into our new friend many times after that (and always laughed at our initial meeting). We never found out who Kelly was! Thanks for letting me read along with you."--Maria
"Your column today regarding an invitation for a party for Kiki, that resulted in much scratching of heads, and a smarty-pants reply, reminded me of a recent happening in our neck of the woods. Having been gone a good part of the day, [my husband and I] opened our mailbox and were surprised to find a box of chocolate covered cherries inside. No note, no card. I looked at him, he looked at me and we both shrugged. Our family knows my husband is the Cello junkie, you know, the kind of chocolate-covered where you take a bite and the liquid dribbles down your chin, revealing the delicious cherry surprise. But why would someone leave them in our mailbox instead of at the house, 450 ft. up the driveway? And why would they buy one box of cherries when they knew [my husband] had just purchased 10 of these in a great sale? I told my husband not to eat them, as you know how chocolates are often a means to an end in mystery novels. He raised his eyebrows and said, "'Waste good cherries?'"
A couple of days later the forecast called for snow. And then a light bulb moment. My husband had plowed our neighbor's driveway the last winter storm, a few weeks past. When thanking her for a gift of popcorn, he had mentioned his good fortune in finding such a deal on the cherries. Mystery solved and safe to eat."--Carol K
* Congratulations to Nancy C. who is the winner of the Super Miracle Bubbles.
And congratulations to the winners of With Love, Wherever You Are by guest author Dandi Daley Mackall: Patricia C., Sharon B., and Marge H.
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.