The other day the UPS guy dropped off a package to my house which was not actually mine. The address was my number but not my street. The box was addressed to someone who lived on the other side of town. So, I brought the package in the house put it on the stairs and had every intention of driving it over to the correct address on my way home from work.
The next morning I woke up to some drama in my house. I called in to work and let them know I wouldn’t be there as I had to take care of the water filling up my basement. A friend of mine came over to assess the situation and recommended we go straight away to the hardware store and buy a pump to pump out my basement. Which we did.
We were gone for about 15-20 minutes only to come back to having said package ripped open by my beloved companion. Apparently, there were cookies in it. And apparently there were delicious because I could hardly get him away from them. Now there are only crumbs and a card that remains untouched. My first reaction was to check the “from” address to make sure it wasn’t from Colorado (if you know what I mean). They were not, thankfully.
My second reaction was to just throw the box away and pretend like it was never delivered to my house.
But then Karma stepped in. The right thing to do is to tell the recipient why their package was never delivered. So today Bloo and I will bring some fresh cookies over and deliver the unopened card, the ripped open package and the new cookies in hopes that said recipient has a sense of humor.