So it’s my day off. I’m watching* In the Good Old Summertime* on TCM, in my bathrobe, one red sock and one blue one, and the doorbell rings. Moment of panic before I remember my rent is current. Then I think, maybe it’s that dozen skeins of sock yarn I ordered? So I open the door to the man in brown, all excited about getting some knitting projects started up again. He says, “I just wanted to be sure you were home, you got five boxes.”
*Five boxes? * Did I go Internet shopping drunk again? Maybe my sister sent me a turkey . . . or five. The guy goes back to his truck, clumps down the stairs with the boxes, and I sign. I look at the labels; all correctly addressed, including my unlisted phone number. My name is not on the label, but everything else seems to be correct. As far as I can tell, the boxes are from Natural Foods, in Toledo Ohio. So my sister must have been the one to shop drunk, sending me over-the-top Christmas Care Packages.
I get the boxes inside, and call my sister. She has absolutely no idea what I’m talking about. She tells me to open a box. I say No, I don’t have any packing tape if the stuff’s not for me, if I have to send it back. So what? she says. That’s their problem, they sent it to the wrong address.
So I open the top box. There’s a packing list enclosed. The first item: 5# of 2.75" cinammon sticks. Second item: 5# 1" cinammon sticks. So on down the line, including 10# flax seed whole, 25# cinnamon ground, and 30# garlic salt.
I study the packing list again: shipped from Toledo Ohio. Shipped to . . . 4 W Main Street, Logan Ohio.
I’m in Seattle. I do not live on Main Street.
I call the 800 number on the packing list, and hang up on the tenth ring.
I know what I’m giving for Christmas this year!