I got an unexpected gift in the mail a couple of weeks ago.
To be fair, getting anything in the mail these days is a gift, even a bill. There’s just something nice and so … retro about getting mail now. I love going down to the mailbox to see if there’s anything exciting in it! Often it’s just stupid flyers, which don’t count. Sometimes it’s a form letter from a company I deal with, telling me of some sale they’re having. Those don’t count either. What counts are things like cards (birthday, Christmas, sympathy, thank you – I don’t care, I just like getting them, especially if there’s a cheque in them!), reminder notices about magazine subscriptions about to expire (I actually do subscribe to a couple of magazines, old fogey that I am), notices from Canada Post telling me that they tried to deliver a package to the house but no one was home (those are usually for DD), real letters from real people (yeah, right. Like anybody writes real letters any more!) and even billing notices (I get the majority of my bills on-line, but not all).
But this particular envelope tickled my fancy like few pieces of mail have.
You see, it was from the theatre company whose production of “White Christmas” was interrupted for half an hour or so by a rogue fire alarm the night we were there. I wrote about it here, and it was particularly interesting because this was the second time (for those of you who are catching up) that PG and I attended a musical performance that was interrupted (or cancelled) due to some weird happening. So the theatre company was apparently writing to all us season ticket holders to apologize for the problem and to reassure us that the matter had been thoroughly looked into and would never happen again. AND to thank us for our patience and good nature, they were sending us all free drink vouchers to be redeemed at a future performance at our convenience!
Now, I happen to know that a glass of champagne at the theatre bar costs exactly 9.75$ at the theatre bar. Each voucher is worth a maximum of 9.75$. Sooooo … guess what we’ll be imbibing at intermission at the next Arts Club play we attend?