"Big changes this Sunday!"
That’s how Marie, my 80 year old Italian landlady greeted me every morning this week in the hallway of our building (on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday).
Really?” I repeated to her on all those days.
"Really! Wait until you see the big changes."
I’m not going to lie, a ton of things crossed my mind. The big one was would I finally get a CorningWare full of Chicken Francise on Sunday?
As the week wore on, I grew more and more curious. What in God’s name could these changes be?
By Saturday night I was worn out.
This morning, I got up early and went to the gym. I noticed Marie wasn’t home cooking like usual (on Sunday). Very odd.
I went to the gym (3.6 mph on treadmill for 35 minutes). When I got back, Marie was inside right by the front door… waiting for my arrival.
"Adam, did you notice the BIG CHANGES?"
"Huh?" I rolled my shoulders. She caught me by surprise.
"Look down! The floor rugs! Aren’t they beautiful?"
I looked down and noticed one still had its tag on it.
"Wow, Marie! These rugs are jazzy!"
"Jazzy? What’s that? You like them?"
"Like them? I love them!"
Marie gave me a big smile, “I told you, BIG CHANGES!”