You may recall from some of my earlier posts my husband's dumb luck.  If not, here's a quick rundown: Joey is the type of guy who finds $20 bills lying on the street.  So often that his mother lovingly calls him "Stupid F***ing Joey," or "S.F Joey" for short.  So I thought I'd share our most recent S.F. Joey moment.

Since we live in a place where it is exceptionally hard and/or expensive to buy certain foods, we are allotted consumable shipments.  Obviously we bought a ton of food before we got here, but we decided to go ahead and order some more food from ELSO, a huge military (I think?) commissary in Germany.  Since you have to order by the case, the cost grew very quickly and $1000 later, we had a ton of food on the way.

Well two weeks ago we received word that our shipment was due to arrive, and Joey and I anxiously awaited the truck like little kids on Christmas morning.  As they opened the huge wooden crate our anticipation turned to confusion - it wasn't our food.  The delivery drivers didn't believe us, so after a lot of hemming and hawing they finally took the delivery back to the warehouse in Abuja.  Just to make sure, the next day we took our order list to the warehouse to double-check that it really wasn't our order.  Nothing on our order list matched anything in the truck. 

So after a lot of back and forth between ELSO and Abuja, ELSO decided it would cost more to ship the goods back to Germany than they were worth, so we got to keep it!  The whole delivery - probably $1000 worth of food!  Not to mention that the people whose order we got (they got to keep ours) have good taste in food!  They had ordered a ton of tortilla chips, black beans, salsa verde, chilis in adobo sauce, canned tuna, canned salmon, olive oil...Ghiradelli Brownie Mix.  Seriously, SF Joey strikes again. 

The best part was that since there was so much food and we just really don't have room for it all, especially considering the order that we actually paid for should be here in a few weeks, we decided to give over half of the food to our steward. 

"Really?" she asked incredulously as she stared at the room full of food worth probably three months pay.  "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"  She hugged me, hugged Joey, hugged me again - jumped up and down and clapped her hands.  Then one-by-one she put the boxes on her head and carried them home.  Cool.