September 13, 2009

Life is Like a Box of Hand Picked Chocolate

Everyone came to dinner tonight; it was the weekly Italian family dinner, which alternates between my home and my brother in law's.

I know I post on my father in law sometimes and how he can make me insane. It's the life choices he makes that are tough for me.

I've also posted on his buddy, Joe. The two of them together kind of make me laugh. They tool around town all day, two old Italian men from Jersey.

Sometimes I think someone should make a movie about them. It would have to be spiced up of course, their life is not exciting by any stretch, but they do amuse me and their lives remind me of those feel good 'two old men' buddy movies. Something you'd picture Walter Matthau and Jack Lemmon in.

OH yeah, they did that. Grumpy Old Men.

Last week, they gave me a box of chocolates for my birthday. They'd purchased it from Hoffman's, a local chocolate shop. They're kind of famous down here. Truly great chocolate. VW has been known to leave me evil little messages after Easter when their chocolate bunnies have gone on sale.

And so I was thankful for Joe and Pop's thoughtfulness at this wonderful box of Hoffman chocolates and I did think they just went to the little store down the street. Afterall, the little store down the street is five minutes from where they reside.

Tonight at dinner I found out, they drove ALL THE WAY DOWN to the main store, which is about 30 minutes away because they wanted to pick out each chocolate individually for me.


They told me this not for me to know what they'd done as in a 'you need to thank us', but in the telling of the stories. They always have some story of what kind of mess they've gotten themselves into or how someone was extraordinarily kind.

And this story they were telling at dinner was how impressed they were with the woman who helped them at Hoffman's... which in turn made me realize what they'd done.

Evidently when they got to the counter the woman informed them they could pick any chocolates they wanted.

Joe looked at her and according to him said, 'Listen, Love, my wife died many years ago. I am not so good at this stuff. We need YOU to pick out the chocolates for her. Just do her right... she does a lot for us and we want it special."

I'm not kidding.

My father in law sat beside him at the table as Joe told the story, nodding his head in affirmation that that's what had occured.

I sat at the other end of the story, so touched I could not breathe.

And so the woman picked out my chocolates, being told firmly by the two old men not to scrimp and that 'weight didn't matter', and she wrote out my card for them, and wrapped it and as Joe said, "She made it all nice-uh-nice-uh'.

I have to admit, as I've eaten through half that box, I've been kind of stunned at how lucky I've been in each chocolate being so damn good. Typically, I poke a hole in the bottom and if some fruity gushy stuff comes out, I stick it back.

That's not happened. At all.

And now I know... the rest of the story.

Posted by Boudicca at September 13, 2009 07:44 PM

Gotta love 'em!


Posted by: P'Cola Titan at September 13, 2009 08:17 PM

That is the cutest thing I've read all day.

One minute, they are driving you nuts, the next minute, they pull a sweet stunt like this! Wow, just amazing!

Posted by: Mary at September 13, 2009 09:55 PM

Mary- They're like being around two two year olds stuck in big old men Jersey Italian bodies. Some days I want to pull my hair out. Other days... I just shake my head and laugh.

As for Pop, that song that has the chorus, "Can't live with 'em and you just can't shoot 'em" comes to mind at times. Some of the stuff he pulls... I swear you can't make it up.

Posted by: Bou at September 13, 2009 09:58 PM


I have to say they made me tear up. Love the "Can't live with 'em and you just can't shoot 'em". I think that about covers it.

Posted by: Teresa at September 13, 2009 11:12 PM

I misted up, too. Just when you're ready to spank 'em and send 'em off for a time out, they do something totally loving like this... Bless 'em both.

Posted by: Omnibus Driver at September 14, 2009 01:00 PM

A bit foggy up here in MI as well... As I read, I too could not breathe. Dang, you can write, Bou!

Posted by: jck at September 14, 2009 08:28 PM

Oh, Bou, that was wonderful! Happy (belated) birthday! :)

Posted by: PeggyU at September 16, 2009 11:23 AM