My son turned 30 last week! This summer he is getting married. I am working hard to remind myself that I still am — and still feel — young. He celebrated last weekend with a large group of friends and his fiance’. She put together a truly wonderful album of photographs covering the first 30 years of his life, starting from the first day we brought him home from the hospital in Copenhagen where he was born. Of course we gave him a proper birthday gift for such an important date, but just for fun his mother and I decided to add 30 gourmet cupcakes from Georgetown Cupcake in Washington DC to his birthday party. 30 cupcakes of various exotic flavors and a candle for each of his 30 years. The bakery delivered them to his house the day of his surprise birthday party and they were the hit of the party, he told us. Of course we were happy and enjoyed his celebration from afar here in Tallinn.
The day after his party, we got a text message from him saying there was a delivery man at his door with another 30 cupcakes and had we intended him to get 60 cupcakes or was this some kind of mistake. Although we would not have begrudged him 60 cupcakes, we had only sent him 30. We felt that had been enough sugar. I picked up the phone — here in Tallinn — and called Georgetown Cupcake in Washington. The cheerful voice on the other end of the line quickly checked and confirmed that they had sent the second order in error. “We have not opened the box, ” I said, “you may come and pick them up.” “No,” the voice laughed 4000 miles away. “Our mistake, Happy Birthday to your son, tell him to enjoy the second 30 on us.”
Why am I telling you all this? No reason, other than to share our happy news of a birthday in our family; that mistakes happen; that there are still friendly people out there; that good customer service is always good business; and that Georgetown Cupcake will always have the Polt family as customers!
Happy snow melt, Estonia!