Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Let's csi all over the Tim card's ass

Alright, who did it?

Who bought a $10 gift card for Tim Horton's coffee shop and stuck it under the windshield wiper of my Jeep?

Somebody did, because there it was. With my name on the outside and no giver's name on the inside. But nobody's telling. I asked everyone at work. I've bugged Dave until he's mad at me. I've asked my family and friend(s). Nobody's fessing up.

This could very well be the Enduring Mystery of My Life. (That, and who gave me the floral patterned china coaster set for a wedding present, because the card fell off and I don't know... but they're lovely! Thank you! Whoever you are!)

Mysteries drive me nuts. In fact, my boss suggested that somebody spent that ten dollars exceedingly well in the drive-Cathy-nuts department.

Let's examine the facts as I know them:

Friday afternoon, about 3:30 p.m., Dave showed up at my office with four coffees from Tim Horton's. He often brings in coffee for the girls I work with because he knows how to treat a woman and realizes it's always in his best interest to be nice to us.

Friday night I finished work about 4:50 p.m. after an exceedingly long short week (the short weeks are always the longest because you do just as much damn work, only in a shorter period of time). I went to the parking lot, which is directly behind our building, got in my Jeep and drove home. I pulled into the driveway and Dave was already there, busily doing yard work.

"What's that?" he said, from across the yard.

"What's what?" sez I.

"On the windshield. There's something under the windshield wiper."

"Huh," sez I, and walked around to the front of the vehicle to look. A Tim's gift card sat under the wiper blades. I had driven all the way home and not even noticed. But Dave noticed, from across the yard.

It said "Cathy W" on the outside, in round almost-fancy letters. It looked a lot like Dave's writing. I tried to thank him but he wouldn't have any part of it. In fact, he started to get angry at me for insisting it was him. Now, he almost never gets angry at me, even though I may deserve it. And he can't keep a secret worth beans. I don't know how many times I've inadvertently ruined a surprise because he couldn't keep a goofy grin off his face. But he wasn't grinning as he vehemently denied giving me the card.

"Huh," sez I. Because I am a master conversationalist.

I then proceeded to ask everybody I knew. I even posted it on Facebook. Nobody claimed responsibility.

I was like, feck, even roadside bomber bad guys claim responsibility – why won't anybody admit to giving me a card for free coffee?

So I'm asking. One more time.

Who gave me the Tim's card????????


  1. Maybe it was one of those "random acts of kindness" things. You aren't supposed to know who was nice to you but you are supposed to "pay it forward". Drive someone else nuts. It will make you feel better.

  2. I like the "pay it forward and drive someone else nuts" solution.
    My guess (if it can't be the "not grinning" Dave) would be the person who had to clean up your soap in the messy dishwasher caper...making sure you're wide awake to avoid another incident

  3. I agree with mbj/D & Laura. Wouldn't it be nice if their was a rash of this sort of suspicious activity to report on the news?

  4. Whoever it was, I like their style. An act of kindness and a head game for the win!

  5. What's life without a few mysteries?

    It reminds me of the Christmas morning when the boy got up WAY before us and opened ALL of the prezzies. We didn't know what belonged to whom or where it came from.

  6. OK since no one else is offering, I will step forward and take credit for leaving you the gift card. What the heck, someone might as well take the glory....

    Just kidding...loved the story though and your writing style.

  7. Seeing "Tim's card" all over the place is driving me a little nuts, and that hasn't cost you anything.

  8. It's fun 'cause I thought that card was a gift card to eat for free or something. Good post!


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