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03/08/2002 Entry: "The second half of the journey."
When I returned to the Bay Area, I made my trek to the restaurant with the envelope on a Wednesday. I felt that giddy joy of doing something that equates to a little bit of magic, a strange woman coming in with photos of a friend, I knew I carried a little piece of happiness with me, and was enjoying being the bearer of something good.
I walked in with my package and went to the podium and ask the woman there if Joel was in. Her brow furrowed. I asked for Joel again by his full name, and handed over the piece of paper with Joel's phone number on it. She shook her head and said she didn't know of a Joel. I sank inside. All this way and he didn't work there? It had crossed my mind that that could be a possibility. I was sure the restaurant was correct, but maybe Joel was no longer there!
She turned and asked the woman who had come up behind her. This one nodded, smiled and told me "Just a minute!" before scampering away around the corner.
I don't know, maybe the first woman was new there, but I don't think so. If she was new, she would have asked, not immediately dismissed the idea that a Joel worked there. I found it sort of strange she didn't even know if they had a Joel on staff, but...hey, not my deal.
The second woman reappeared around the corner followed by a Latino guy in a black apron. Joel. I stuck out my hand, introduced myself and told him I had met his friend down in Mexico the previous week, and that he had requested I send along a few photos and letters from he and his wife. Joel's face lit up as he took the envelope, and looked at me with more interest, shaking my hand again and asking me to repeat my name. I didn't tell him where I worked, I suppose I should have, I was just a strange girl, not another restaurant person, who had done this thing. Ah well, doesn't matter. I hope Joel contacts his friend so that it is known that the pictures arrived speedily.
I enjoyed my little adventure, I got to learn more about how another restaurant works, and got to see a little bit of a glimpse of life in Mexico, from the few stories and pictures I was shown before the envelope was sealed up and put in my possession. It made me feel good. Giving is always a selfish act though, isn't it? You get to feel good by giving. Heh. That's not going to stop me from giving! Maybe it's hippy sounding, but I do love seeing and providing little acts of random kindness. The world is a kooky place, might as well add to it in a good way.
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