The other night I came home to find a box waiting for me, just outside my front door. When I opened it up, this is what I saw:
It was a box full of “farm fresh” organic vegetables—carrots, squash and a lot of other stuff I don’t even know the names of. Where did these farm fresh organic vegetables come from? Surely it must’ve been left at my door in error. I certainly didn’t spend my hard-earned money purchasing farm fresh organic vegetables to be delivered straight to my door.
I checked the label on the box only to find a non-existent address. I asked my neighbors, but nope—the farm fresh organic vegetables did not belong to them. I even called the farm fresh organic people and they had no record of any vegetables being delivered to my front door or anyone in my immediate vicinity reporting undelivered farm fresh organic vegetables.
They were mine to keep. Perhaps a gift from the god of farm fresh organic vegetables? Regardless, a pleasant and completely unexpected surprise. Maybe not as pleasant a surprise as opening my front door and finding this:
But certainly better than opening my front door and finding this:
You go, all you women of color!