Last week marked my return to work after a long stretch of time on the road. I was really excited to be back at the office and to begin to sort out some major changes and projects on the horizon. A really funny thing happened on my way up the hill from the parking lot on Wednesday morning.
I had received a HUGE batch of paperwork that needed to be sorted into groups for response. I took the paperwork home in the top of a copy paper box and spent Tuesday night watching tv with my husband and sorting papers. I know, every girl's dream.
On the way to the office, I shouldered my customary multitude of bags and balanced the box of papers on my arm. Deep in thought, I was trudging up the hill, thankful that for once the wind wasn't blowing. I was just about halfway to the building when a man's voice jolted me out of my deep thinking. It was a guy driving a van for a local newspaper; I am guessing he was finishing his campus deliveries for the morning. He yelled, "Dooonnnnuuuutttssss!," as he drove by.
I THINK he must have mistaken the box of papers for donuts. Still, I am so confused about why he would yell, "Dooonnnnuuuutttssss!," to a complete stranger. Did he think I would wave him down and give him one? Did my reputation of frequenting Varsity Donuts grow to the point where strangers driving newspaper vans know to watch for me?