That's a great story Julie, and one that I can totally relate to. I am totally absent minded, and I laughed! :-) On Nov 29, 2012, at 9:51 PM, julie.hey.ho.lets.go@xxxxxxxxx wrote: > This is a vaguely Bus related story because it involves Wolfsburg West. If > you want to be a stickler and only read a true Bus story then skip this one. > And/or if you don't like stories about feminine hygiene products then you > should also skip this story. (You have been fairly warned.) > > Built into the corner of my bedroom I have a huge shelving unit that is a > catch-all for everything from nail polish to thermal underwear to vinyl > records to scarves I have only halfway knitted to whatever. Tuesday morning > before work I raided from these shelves my supply of small boxes that have > been previously mailed so that I could package up cookies I baked to send to > my mother, brother, son, and daughter and to my friends at my favorite VW > parts supplier, Wolfsburg West. I rushed around to find the tape and > scissors and the addresses and I climbed into my garage attic to get one my > trash bags that is filled with styrofoam peanuts thanks to all of my friends > at Wolfsburg West, they sure do like to use those peanuts. And I frantically > got the packages together and got them to the post office and somehow made it > to work on time. A real Christmas miracle! (So I thought.) > > So this afternoon I get a text from my brother "Thanks for the tampon, I ate > it with my cookies." > > Oh my goodness, what the heck have I done? I am completely horrified. This > was totally an accident. I swear the box was empty before I put the bags of > cookies in. I text my brother back "Oh my gosh! That was an accident! > Ooops! I am sorry about that!" > > My brother replied "At least it's "fresh". > > And then I started to think about the other boxes I mailed out and what if... > I texted my brother again and said "Thank God it was not the box that went to > Wolfsburg West!" > > It was now time to drive home and while stuck in traffic I am laughing at > what happened but then also getting sick to my stomach with worry that > perhaps there are unintentional presents in one or more of the other > packages. I really don't see how, but I don't really see how I didn't notice > this very shocking stowaway lurking in the my brother's box. I have not > heard from the other folks that are on the receiving end of my cookie sharing > yet. Please keep your fingers crossed for me that I only sent bags of > cookies and styrofoam peanuts. > > And as this disaster sinks in I am getting depressed, I feel like in some way > I became one step closer to being Aunt Bethany in Christmas Vacation.