Later that week, I worked at the farmers' market giving out nutritional information and temporary tattoos to kids. I really love this part of the job because it allows me to interact with a lot of different people at the market and support local businesses like farms providing residents with delicious, healthy food. What's not to like? Well, creepy old men, for one.
An elderly man named Tom had stopped by my booth the first Tuesday I was there and casually talked to me for a couple minutes about very surface things like weather and food (in a slightly incoherent manner--he was very hard to understand). I didn't think anything of it because, to be honest, I don't expect every man I meet to give me creepy poems after meeting once. Clearly, Tom isn't like other men. In fact, he likes to write young female interns love poems and letters on a yearly basis. 2010 just happened to be my year, I guess.
I initially thought that the sealed letter he was adamantly handing me during my second time at the booth was money (since we swipe credit cards and EBT there for tokens to be used as money at the market) and I refused it because I can't take money from a low-income elderly man and it was just weird. But then he muttered "It's a poem for you." Even better. I took it with the intention of NOT reading it because those sort of situations just make me nauseous and I really had no idea what it was going to say (whether it be completely inappropriate or just creepy). I left that for someone else to decipher. One of the interns at the booth attempted to read it but got weirded out after the first couple of lines which said something to the affect of "Linsey you are an angel sent from heaven. . ." Ugh. I brought it home and James read it to find a very strange poem with him eventually singing me a lullaby and then a letter proclaiming that he was going to donate money in my name (which he only knows my first name) and then start an organization to feed low-income families. I really hope that the letter part is true and that we can all just forget about the poem. Seriously.
I let my supervisor know the next day and she just sighed in exhaustion--"this has happened before." Apparently, Tom is serial creepy poet. I give him props for wanting to share the love. Oh well, I confronted him this week and hopefully next week will not start with another letter.
Otherwise, work has been really good. I'm going to miss being there with everyone. The other interns are great people and all the staff make you feel like you're a part of the family. If we ever decide to come back, I hope that I can get a job there because I think that it is a wonderful work environment.
I did find out from a high school friend that we are not the only ones from Michigan moving to Tampa at the end of the summer. Kelsey, a long time friend from high school, is moving down there with her boyfriend at the end of July. I wish that we could work something out with her moving-wise but I don't think it is feasible. Regardless, we'll have someone down there that we know and that's comforting.
Up coming events:
-Mike Johnson & Chris Gates coming to see us this weekend (yay!)
-Calling on apartments and moving companies
-Michelle's Wedding
-Trying to get our lives straight :)
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