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....