OK, the FedEx package reminded me of a funny thing that happened.
It was about the second year after husband & I married. We had just moved to the village we live now, but were still renting - a lovely, large-looking place with a balcony and staircase. We'd also joined a book club, ordering a wide range of books dealing with health issues, lifestyle, cook books and fiction.
One day I was home from work and typing up a uni assignment (the old fashioned way - typewriter). I thought I heard the postman, so I looked outside. Yep, there he was, delivering to the people over the road. From the top floor, I could see everything. Then he walked over to our place and left a cardboard package propped against the post of the letterbox. He walked back to his ute (pick-up) and got back in. I waited for him to drive off (knowing it was the next step in the sequence). He didn't.
Hmm. Odd. There seemed to be someone else in the passenger seat, too. Oh well.
Not thinking too much about anything other than the topic of my uni assignment, I wandered out onto the balcony and down the steps to collect the mail. I picked up the cardboard, checked the letterbox and headed back up the stairs. Sure enough, the cardboard packages was Book Club.
Then I read closer. The title of the book was just visible above our address. I had totally forgotten we'd ordered "The Illustrated Kama Sutra".
I looked back outside. The ute was starting up and driving off. The B****rd postie and his mate had only hung around to see who had ordered THAT book!
Remember, this is a very small town. Everybody knows everybody.
(And a word about that book - don't bother. It's totally boring. It's not what you think at all, but the Eastern philosophy I bought it for is also not well described in the book either.)
Marg