For the past couple of weeks, I hadn’t seen my bartender friend. Her temporary replacement said she was on vacation, so I left it at that.
Finally, she returned.
“How was your vacation?” I asked.
“Wonderful,” she answered, adding, “Oh, I have something for you.”
“You shouldn’t have,” I said, secretly excited that she thought enough of me to get me a gift while on vacay.
“It isn’t much,” she replied. “But here.”
She handed me a postcard.
“Oh, cool,” I said. “How did you know I collect postcards.”
” I didn’t,” she smiled. “I jus’…”
I looked at it. The picture showed two giraffes on the Serengeti and Mt. Killmanjaro in the background, above the word “Tanzania.”
“You went to Tanzania for vacation?” I interrupted.
“No,” she smiled sheepishly, “California. Found it at the post office here.”