Yesterday morning my cell phone rang. I didn't recognize the number of the caller.
"Yes, this is Joyce. I was wondering if you'll available next Friday morning. I'm moving Bill to an assisted living facility outside of Cuenca. I need help breaking down the bed and taking it there, and then another bed needs to be brought back here. I'm willing to pay $100."
"Um, the $100 sounds good, but who is this again?"
"Is this Oscar?"
"No, this is Edd. I don't know Oscar, and I don't believe I know you either."
"Oh, sorry. Cancel the call."
Later in the afternoon I went to the home of some good friends for dinner. I knocked on the door, and when it opened, Trish greeted me with a big smile.
And at the same time seemed to be shooting me a bird with her middle finger.
I was confused with these mixed signals and commented on her odd welcome. It turned out she had moments before cut her finger and was holding it up to stop the bleeding.
So in the same day a stranger treated me like a friend, and a friend treated me like a stranger.