Random plumbing supply left in my mailbox; have I been threatened?

I almost thought this too stupid to ask, but if there’s even a remote chance I need to take it seriously…

So I opened my mailbox today and there’s a random plumbing supply in it. Not a pipe, some joint or hub or something.

I am 99.99 percent certain this was intended for someone else, a simple mixup, Occam’s Razor and all that. But, I’m an outspoken and unashamed liberal in deep Trump country, and not far from a town with a Klan presence. A small voice in my head thinks this -may- be some sort of threat. “The next one will be a pipe, if you get my drift.”

Is this some sort of warning that the Proud Boys are on to me? Like how the pirates left their targets the dreaded Black Dot?

I would report it to the local authorities just so they are aware it happened. It’s probably nothing, so don’t lose sleep over it.

I don’t think you need to do anything other than throw it out. It was probably meant for someone else or some kids thought it was funny or someone found it nearby and thought it might be yours or anyone of a million other reasons. I don’t think my head would have ever gone to ‘someone’s threatening me’.

If you’re that worried, save it, but I don’t think it would be worth the time to bother getting the police involved. Plus, at that point, the postal inspector is going to be involved which might mean even more headaches for you.

Or two faucets. You know, a double-tap.
Did it have an address label or was it just bare?
ETA: is your box locked or just a roadside box that anyone can get into?

Wait, if there’s zombies involved, I need to rethink my previous post.

Too subtle.

Now if you find a miniature toilet in your mailbox with a tiny mannikin that looks like you face down in it, better alert the proper authorities.

I would place it on the ground under the mailbox, so whoever, put it there for someone else can get it.

If you are a liberal it may be a warning from the White House Plumbers.

A threat that you don’t understand isn’t very effective.

Plus, these guys mostly aren’t smart enough to be subtle about things. They’ve barely mastered the single entendre. They think “knee grow” is a clever code. Bletchley Park they are not.

I asked on the town gossip & happenings Facebook page if anybody was expecting plumbing supplies. No response. The “threat” is tossed onto the floor of the back seat of my car to be forgotten about until I clean it again.

It’s Sicilian. It means Luca Brasi sleeps with the flanges.