I received a package in the mail today. I can’t quite tell who it’s from, but I think it’s from my grandmother. There is no return address, but it’s her usual wrapping, it’s in a box that once held a gigantic crockpot dealie she recently got for her birthday, and the smell from the box smells like her house: expensive perfume, cigarette smoke, and a hiny of chicken.
It’s addressed to me.
It’s a shoeshine kit. It’s got a shoe box, and little brushes, and a bunch of waxes and creams and stuff. It looks very similar to this.
Huh?!
I…
I don’t remember asking for a shoeshine kit. I don’t even have shoes that require shining. My husband might have a pair that he wears to weddings and funerals. But he usually wears workboots and* aqua socks*.
I’m hung up on the house smell-expensive perfume, cigarette smoke, and a hiny of chicken. Given that chicken’s don’t wipe, I’m gonna guess that their heineys (regional spelling difference) don’t smell very good. Does your Gramma’s house really offer the aroma of poultry butt?