For several years now we have sent some friends and family members ice cream truffles for Christmas gifts. The company we used to facilitate these delights was a mail order food house called Pfaelzer brothers or something close to that.
Just saying, this is going to create problems I haven’t foreseen, such as the ones who get Greenberg turkeys may want ice cream and vice versa. No phone calls or nasty notes, please.
This past Christmas we readied the lists only to find the Pfaelzer people were out of the business of truffling ice cream. Never mind. Amazon to the rescue. We found another vendor which started some real confusion.
We sent out the truffles through Lobstergram.
One friend we sent them to is a caterer. Upon receiving her Lobstergram, she was so excited with visions of live lobsters and melted butter dancing through her head she called and texted her children for a big announcement. Everyone was to arrive at home around the same time for the opening of the Lobstergram.
It must have been a big letdown to the bisque-lovers to see the crescendo of the opened box only to see a cooler full of ice cream truffles. Talk about first-world problems.
We all got a big laugh out of the story and it reminded us of the time someone gave us a cake in a box. We put it in the freezer for later and when the sweet tooth meter hit the red line we pulled it out ready to thaw a slice in the microwave.
When we opened the box all we found was the ingredients to make the cake.
It just goes to show you things are not always as they appear.
A friend was telling me, not long ago, how he had known a man for many years and had regarded the fellow as a truly terrible businessman. After a quarter century or so of knowing the chap, he had what some people might call an epiphany.
It turned out he believed, because the guy was not so adept at business, it was probably a universal condition in every other part of his life. The surprise he received was learning the man was a spiritual giant and possessed great wisdom and insight in a realm where balance sheets and income statements took on a different ranking.
His story reminded me of a similar mistake I had made. At the funeral of a man I had known, I learned of aspects of his life previously unrevealed and unapparent during his lifetime. It remains to this day my favorite funeral.
The moral of the stories: Don’t judge others too quickly or harshly. They may have more to offer you than you have to offer them. And: If life gives you lobsters be prepared to make a milkshake.