We spent Christmas at my parent’s house in southern California. D at the last minute decided she needed to get me more presents and had Amazon ship out a package to their house that was set to arrive the day after we arrived.
The package had yet to arrive at 6 PM which considering it was the holiday wasn’t that big of a surprise. Neither D nor I gave it much thought and went out with the family. Later that night when we get back and I’m walking into the yard after opening the gate I notice more than the usual assortment of gutted toys and old clothing… After catching a glimpse of a shred of manilla envelope it hits D and I, “The Package!” We yell together.
After rooting around the yard in the dark I was able to collect what was left of my christmas gift… It wasn’t much:
Thankfully Amazon is awesome and sent out a new copy right away; a copy that is now sitting whole and happy on my DVD shelf.
I still don’t know why the UPS guy thought it was a good idea to throw a tiny package over my parent’s wall into yapping jaws of three puppies… Isn’t this the exact situation they get our phone numbers for?
