Until the next day. When I got an e-mail from the woman.
"I waited at the Moose lot for 25 minutes, but you never showed up. What happened?"
I immediately e-mailed her back. "Please tell me you're kidding."
She wasn't kidding.
And she apparently wasn't the only former Ohio person parked in the Moose lot in an older model blue car with Mardi Gras beads.
Yes, I had not only loaded the baskets in the wrong car, but the woman sitting right there in that wrong car had let me.
Who can't interrupt a phone call long enough to stop a total stranger from filling their car with baskets?
I keep picturing that woman, back home in Ohio, telling her family about how West Virginians are friendly and generous, although perhaps a bit weird.
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