Yesterday, I got a lil tag on my door that the postal person stopped by but did not leave my package. The tag did not say who the package was from just that I can get it the next day at the post office.
I'm thinking "Yeah!!!, My USA Kilt is here." I can hardly wait until tomorrow. Why didn't that darn postal person leave my package?!? I can wait one more day...I think.
But what I am going to wear with it; I can't wait. Then I notice that the post office doesn't open until 9 AM yet I suppose to be at work at 6 AM.. What to do, what to do...to make a long story short - i get my wish and get to go in to work late.
This morning just after opening I'm waiting in line with a big smile. It's finally my turn...most of you know the routine: 'Here's my ticket.' "Please wait." "here's your package." "I need to see your id" 'No Problem'
During this little exchange the package is sitting on the counter with the back facing toward me.
I grab the package and proudly/happily stroll out.
Then, I'm stunned I finally looked at the front of the package. It's it's is from .... my sister
Boy, I have never been so disappointed in receiving a package before.
Let the jonesin' continue