My super Jose is, well - super. As a longtime urbanite, I know the value in having a top-notch superintendant in my building. So, with holiday tipping time around the corner, I've been thinking that it would be nice to get Jose a bonafide gift, on top of a generous cash envelope.
And tonight I learned something about Jose that led me to the perfect gift.
You see, last week - pre-Turkey Day - I queried Jose about the fixins that his wife was prepping for the big meal. It was then he revealed his deep, dark secret.
Jose doesn't like turkey. At all. Can't stand it.
I didn't know how to follow that up. Turkey and Thanksgiving are synonymous. I just hoped that the man enjoyed the stuffing, cranberry sauce, green bean casserole, sweet potatoes and pumpkin pie portions of the meal.
But, tonight in the elevator, I inquired about how the dinner went and with the light of true love in his eyes, Jose admitted that he swapped out the gobble-gobble for Virginia Ham on his Thanksgiving plate.
You gotta adore that look in a man's eyes. The look that only smoked pork can provide. And, I'll be delighted to help ensure that Virginia Ham - and that look of pure glee - can take centerstage on his Christmas day too.