Oh, Gainesville

A week or two ago, I’d put a shout-out on Facebook for anyone who needs packing peanuts to drop me a line — I have such an overabundance right now that I either need to give some away or throw some away, and I just can’t bring myself to throw things away that might be useful some day in the far far future. But I also have boxes of the stuff on my back porch and unless I want guests at my birthday party to sit on trash bags full of packing peanuts… shit’s gotta go. So I was going to meet two people I know at Sweet Dreams to do a large hand-off of packing peanuts. Except that one of them cancelled right before Tim and I went there… and the second one cancelled while I was there.

So while I was beseeching the poor long-suffering girl who works there to please, please, here’s my card, please email me if you ever here of anyone who needs packing peanuts!…. and we started to walk out…. a woman there with her husband and two kids said, “excuse me, but are you giving away packing peanuts? I need some!”.

It turns out her Girl Scout troupe was making scarecrows for the Halloween decorations up in Alachua. I wound up giving her four large bags of packing peanuts, and I honestly don’t know which one of us was more grateful.

Oh, Gainesville. Don’t ever change.