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Oct. 16th, 2013 12:45 pmMum sent me a package from an online grocery store recently, because she was concerned I didn't have food for the week since I wasn't going to be here originally. I had food, but it was nice to get a treat: I was supposed to get a couple of jams, some crackers and cookies, and a couple of boxes of Jello. The Jello and cookies were in the first box.
But then I opened the second box that came with the first box, to unpack the second half of my order, and I was confused. Because that box contains things like rye bread, gluten-free cereal, and baby formula.
So I emailed Mum to thank her for the snacks and asked, "So...did you order groceries for yourself right after you ordered some for me?And is there, uh, anything you'd like to tell me?"
Turns out no, she didn't order a second box of groceries and nobody, thankfully, is having a baby. When I finally consulted the inventory sheet that came with the box, I discovered that I had been mistakenly shipped a package of food meant for someone I will call AS, in Las Vegas.
AS seems like a decent guy; clearly he's got a family to feed. I think he's the employee of the man who lives at the address the food should have gone to, because the house I looked up on Lexis-Nexis and then on GoogleMaps actually belongs to an anaesthesiologist name Bernie.
I can't help but feel for AS. He's expecting a huge box of staple foods to feed his kids, and instead he's going to get a couple of jars of jam and a box of savoury crackers.
Also he works in one of the more terrifying mansions I've ever seen.
IT SITS UPON A BLASTED HEATH.
ETA: I'm getting slammed with spammers so disabling comments -- I'll re-enable in a day or two.
But then I opened the second box that came with the first box, to unpack the second half of my order, and I was confused. Because that box contains things like rye bread, gluten-free cereal, and baby formula.
So I emailed Mum to thank her for the snacks and asked, "So...did you order groceries for yourself right after you ordered some for me?
Turns out no, she didn't order a second box of groceries and nobody, thankfully, is having a baby. When I finally consulted the inventory sheet that came with the box, I discovered that I had been mistakenly shipped a package of food meant for someone I will call AS, in Las Vegas.
AS seems like a decent guy; clearly he's got a family to feed. I think he's the employee of the man who lives at the address the food should have gone to, because the house I looked up on Lexis-Nexis and then on GoogleMaps actually belongs to an anaesthesiologist name Bernie.
I can't help but feel for AS. He's expecting a huge box of staple foods to feed his kids, and instead he's going to get a couple of jars of jam and a box of savoury crackers.
Also he works in one of the more terrifying mansions I've ever seen.
IT SITS UPON A BLASTED HEATH.
ETA: I'm getting slammed with spammers so disabling comments -- I'll re-enable in a day or two.
