[tcb] Re: Sadly, this happened.

  • From: sammie smith <bugcollections@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: tcb@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
  • Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2012 07:36:47 -0800 (PST)

Love the story Julie.  And I too deal a lot with the folks at WW.  Yep, they 
are 
great.  Since I know some of them also, and you may be too embarassed to call 
and ask:  Would you like for me to call for you and ask if they got any "you 
know whats" in their package from you?




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From: "julie.hey.ho.lets.go@xxxxxxxxx" <julie.hey.ho.lets.go@xxxxxxxxx>
To: tcb@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sent: Thu, November 29, 2012 11:30:16 PM
Subject: [tcb] Sadly, this happened.

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.    

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