In research for my many blog posts about Chris L. and the other bachelors competing for Ali, I stumbled upon the Lambton family landscaping business website. I immediately recognized the company symbol from the cute t-shirts that he always wore.
Well...the website happened to mention that the shirts were for sale! Not only that, but a portion of the proceeds go to a charity in honor and memory of his mother. Sweetest thing ever. So, of course I wanted one. But they weren't for sale yet. I checked back
One exciting day, I saw:
T-shirts are now for sale in red, white, blue, and black!
A percentage of all profits goes to Compassionate Care ALS.
They're a company that helped us out and especially our mother!
Now you can rock the E. Lambton Gear too!
Why, yes, of course...I want to rock the E Lambton Gear. Thank you. Purchase now!
So, I'm realizing more and more as this post progresses how much of a creep I really am, but I also really do love donating to charity. I do! So in all honesty, I just wanted to donate some money to this great charity and I happened to get a t-shirt along with it.
I got an email that my t-shirt shipped on July 18th. July 31st rolled around and I had to be out of my apartment (I moved into a house across town) and I still hadn't gotten my t-shirt. Bummer. It had been two weeks since the supposed ship date! After I went back to the old place to look for the package a few days later, I started having my doubts.
A friend of mine had mentioned the possibility that someone might have just created this website as a way to rip off crazed Chris L. fans. I was embarrassed that I had fallen for it, upset that I wasn't really going to get a t-shirt, and pissed off that I hadn't thought of the idea first.
Well, thank God my shirt didn't come in as expected.
Because there it was, Monday, August 9th, 2010. 11:14 am CST. My phone rings.
Is this Whitney?
[I go by my middle name, Faye, so it always throws me off for a second.]
You ordered a shirt and it got sent back!
[said with concern]
[at this point I realize that I'm talking to someone from the Lambton family.]
Oh yeah. Yes, I did.
Can I verify the address?
Yes, of course.
Okay so I have 126 Coun--
Actually, can I have it sent to a different address now?
Of course, of course.
Okay, it's ******.
[I say and spell out my street address. I've realized I am talking to Chris and I am stuttering.]
And it's still Oxford, MS.
So is it hot down there?
Oh, I asked if it was hot down there.
Oh yeah, definitely.
Yeah, it's actually pretty hot up here too.
Well, thanks for ordering a shirt!
Oh yes, thank you!
You have a good day.
Oh you too.
I fell into the floor and some mixture of giggles, laughter, and tears began pouring out of my face. I had a mini panic attack. Or, I guess it was more of an excitement attack.
After the phone call, I realized all the things I could have said...all the things I should have said. I could have said something cute like, "Oh yeah it's wicked hot down here." (He says wicked a lot.) Or something serious and profound like, ...uh...well, I can't think of anything.
Or I could have said a slew of other things, including (but not limited to):
I love you.
Yeah, it's hot down here...even hotter now.
It's hot up there? Mind if I come see for myself?
Oh, I love you.
Will you hand deliver the shirt so it's certain to get here this time?
Or will you at least wear it first?
I love you.
So many things I could have said. But. I didn't. Probably because I'm not really a creeper. I talk a lot on this blog, but I wouldn't really freak out if I met him. I'd play it cool...because I am cool. Just like I was on the phone. (If stuttering and not being able to form words other than "yeah" and "okay" is cool.)
Anyone thinking, "Are you sure it was him and not one of his brothers? I'm sure they all sound pretty similar.."
To that I say...shut up, please. And let me have this. Just let me have it.
Also, the main reason I am convinced it was Chris was not because I think I'd recognize his voice, but because I have a feeling this is how it went down...
Father and/or brother. "Chris, we just got a shirt back that was ordered by a girl in Mississippi. A girl in Mississippi ordered this shirt from our Landscaping company in Massachusetts. That's alllll you. You gotta call her."