The craziest thing just happened...
Jan. 4th, 2008 08:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sgornyOn December 28th, I went out of town. My mother sent the SO a birthday present, and she was worried that since we hadn't been there when it arrived, it would be out until the 30th. She asked if there was anyone I could call to get it, then described the package to me - yellow, with smiley faces all over it. I thought of the neighbors, but remembered that they'd built a house on the island below us, and left their two teenaged sons to live across the street. But I still had the number. So I called the kids.
"Hey, I'm your neighbor from across the street, just below you, at ####. My mother sent me a package, but we're on our way to Friday Harbor on the ferry. Can you pick it up for me and hold it?"
They agreed, and I described it. "It's got smiley faces on it."
...
Dec 30:
I got home, and there was a package on my porch - a bright yellow box with smiley faces printed all over it.
"Damn teenagers!" I told the SO. "I called them, and they said they'd pick it up!" I snatched up the package, and hrumphed off.
...
Jan 4:
I'm sitting in the living room, at 8 pm, & I hear a voice calling, "K! K!" I yell to the SO, and then go to the door. It's our neighbor from across the street. He must be visiting his kids. I open the door, and he has a package in his hands.
"This came for you." He holds out a brown package to me, twice as big as my mothers.
I'm surprised to see it. I have no idea what it is. "Thank you so much!" I gush, conscious of standing there in my flannel granny nighty and robe (the heater isn't working well). We talk for a few seconds, the SO shows up in his robe, too, and the neighbor takes his leave.
I take the package into the house, and try to tuck it away. I figure that it's something I ordered, that the SO might be bothered with, and it's a nice night. But he intercepts it.
"What is that?" he demands.
"This? Nothing, I'll open it later," I say, moving toward the hall.
He approaches me, brow knit, and takes the package. I step back and sigh, waiting to see what happens.
His brow relaxes, then knits again in curiosity. "It's for me..." He looks up questioningly. I'm surprised. Then a light goes on.
This is the package that the boys picked up. It's from Amazon, which has a logo of a smile on the side.
They did pick up the package!!! And they probably wondered why, if it was so important to me that I called them (the first time in... 4 years?) to get it, that I just forgot about it. And when their father came to check on them, and found it? He probably marched it right on over (I'm assuming the boys just ignored it), and gave it to us.
Christ! I feel so stupid!
"Hey, I'm your neighbor from across the street, just below you, at ####. My mother sent me a package, but we're on our way to Friday Harbor on the ferry. Can you pick it up for me and hold it?"
They agreed, and I described it. "It's got smiley faces on it."
...
Dec 30:
I got home, and there was a package on my porch - a bright yellow box with smiley faces printed all over it.
"Damn teenagers!" I told the SO. "I called them, and they said they'd pick it up!" I snatched up the package, and hrumphed off.
...
Jan 4:
I'm sitting in the living room, at 8 pm, & I hear a voice calling, "K! K!" I yell to the SO, and then go to the door. It's our neighbor from across the street. He must be visiting his kids. I open the door, and he has a package in his hands.
"This came for you." He holds out a brown package to me, twice as big as my mothers.
I'm surprised to see it. I have no idea what it is. "Thank you so much!" I gush, conscious of standing there in my flannel granny nighty and robe (the heater isn't working well). We talk for a few seconds, the SO shows up in his robe, too, and the neighbor takes his leave.
I take the package into the house, and try to tuck it away. I figure that it's something I ordered, that the SO might be bothered with, and it's a nice night. But he intercepts it.
"What is that?" he demands.
"This? Nothing, I'll open it later," I say, moving toward the hall.
He approaches me, brow knit, and takes the package. I step back and sigh, waiting to see what happens.
His brow relaxes, then knits again in curiosity. "It's for me..." He looks up questioningly. I'm surprised. Then a light goes on.
This is the package that the boys picked up. It's from Amazon, which has a logo of a smile on the side.
They did pick up the package!!! And they probably wondered why, if it was so important to me that I called them (the first time in... 4 years?) to get it, that I just forgot about it. And when their father came to check on them, and found it? He probably marched it right on over (I'm assuming the boys just ignored it), and gave it to us.
Christ! I feel so stupid!
