When I come into town on my day at the Sub, I check our mail.
I opened the PO box, and there was a key. Huh. Looks like I have something, but, what? I didn't order anything, and Husband never mentioned something showing up...
So, I trot over to the storage area with the key. Box 45. Hmm.
Ok, Box 1 through 39... Box 51 through 65... Um. Box 45 should be... Where? I wandered back and forth, trying to figure out where the silly section with the 40's were. Turns out, for some unfathomable reason, the 40's are stuck in a completely different area.
But, I found them. So, I find box 45, put in the key, and open to... Peet's Coffee? HUH?!??
I do not drink coffee, Husband doesn't, and my family drinks mostly the regular stuff, no specialty brands. While musing on this, and smelling the lovely aroma, (while I don't drink coffee, I think it's a lovely smell, Eau de Coffee would be something I could really enjoy as a perfume!), I finally registered that it was for 3 boxs away from mine. I buzzed the mail folk, and let them know, mentioning that I wouldn't want anyone to miss their morning coffee! She agreed, and they quickly unlocked the key, and ran it to the correct PO box.
I have this image of someone just holding the box and sniffing... Aaaaaaahhhhh....
2 comments:
Getting coffee in the mail when you don't drink it would be a confusing surprise, but not getting the coffee you ordered would be a nasty surprise. Those of us who love the liquid life get very snippy when it is withheld too long!
Yes, the poor person missing out on the morning coffee would not be a pleasant person to be around. I was at faire when the coffee lines were starting, and let's say that Zombies were a much more congenial group... ;)
Cat
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