Made in Richmond

I got this voice mail today:

Hey, Val. It’s Jennifer. I need you to do something for me. You know the other Jennifer at church? Well, she might need a ride to pot luck tonight but she doesn’t have a car. And James saw on my email that she had emailed me so I thought maybe you could email her and tell her to call me if she still needs a ride. Just email her with my number. Here’s her email. Ummmmmmmmmmm, yeah, it’s [insert email here]. That’s [insert email again here - and please include various hilarious letter verifications, like "N as in....ummm...nervous?]. And can you give her my phone number? It’s [insert phone number here]. That’s [insert phone number again here, but very slowly]. Thanks. Bye.

So, I sent the other Jennifer an email like this:

Jennifer,

Jennifer Murphy asked me to email you to let you know that she will be
able to give you a ride to potluck tonight. She would like for you to
call her (xxx.xxx) to set it up, etc. It’s a very long and
complicated story as to why *I* am sending you this email, but hey.

See you tonight I hope!

-Val

But there’s more…

Jennifer just called me to tell me that the email James saw was the other Jennifer saying that she didn’t need a ride to potluck after all. And then she asked me to have a pot of boiling water ready for her when she got to our house.

If anyone else in the entire world had done any of those things I would have gone insane. But, since it was Jennifer Murphy, I found it to be wonderful.