A few weeks ago I got a text that read something like "Betsy has officially ended the shortest relationship of her life. Phoenix here I come!"
"Who's Betsy?" you ask. Well how about we rewind a few years.
Back in the day I worked for Icon Security. My very first summer I left Arizona for New Jersey, happy to leave as I didn't really have any friends to miss. Work went well and I was staying busy, working in a place called Jersey City (one of the most scary places you may EVER visit in your life). One night we were particularly busy. I had a job to go to, as well as one next door when I finished.
It should have been easy. Should have been. However, the phone mysteriously shut off. Yes, the phone for the entire house. Except for the kitchen phone. By this point I had been doing security for about seven months. I had installed a little over a hundred systems. I knew what I was doing. The phone box was completely dead.
I spent the next hour and a half going out of my mind trying to find the phone in their house with a Hispanic woman following me around telling me that I was ruining everything. She was getting increasingly frustrated, as well as I, and I kind of exploded on her. In Spanish. It's probably the only time I've ever spoken anything angrily in Spanish in my life.
Miraculously the phone kicked on around ten. It just started working again. Just because. Excited to finally leave the house I hurry and finish. Moments before I leave in walks her daughter. This is Betsy. Who I find out is only two months older than me, and, crazy hot. This is getting very long but we became friends. She wanted to know a little more about the Mormon church so we got together and talked about it. And went to Six Flags with her church group. And went to the Museum of Natural History. Since that time, I stop by and see her whenever I get a chance.
So two years later she comes to Arizona. And we go to Waffle House, as neither of us had ever been there before. And that is where she wanted to go after traveling across the country. In the morning we got ready and went to Mexico. She had never been and I figured it would make a nice day trip. We ate tacos, went to the beach, tried to go horseback riding but the guy left us hanging, and then we came home.
We slept in a little on Saturday, then she laid out by the pool (I haven't seen someone so excited to see the sun for a long time), and after some shopping we went out to eat at this crazy Greek restaurant. And by crazy I mean complete with a band, group dancing, a belly dancer, and plate smashing.
She had her first go of Mormon church. They were nice meetings and she liked it okay. Then we came home and she laid out by the pool again, took a nap, and then we went for a drive to see a little more of the Valley of the Sun. When we got home Christin and I made dinner and I took her to the airport.
It is funny how we can reflect back on the events in our life and see things from a different perspective. I remember how upset I was at the time that the phone didn't work, and it probably cost me a hundred dollars, but if things had gone smoothly I would have never met Betsy. Even though I've only seen her a few days of my life, I would never trade the friendship we have. I feel very lucky to have a friend like her.