I didn't have any weird stuff in my cookies, wait..... that's because I didn't get any cookies. :-(
. On 11/30/2012 11:06 AM, Julie wrote:
Such a kind offer Sammie, but I warned my closest friend at WW. The package is addressed to him, so I guess I will find out later today. He already knows that I am a bit daffy.On Nov 30, 2012, at 9:36 AM, sammie smith <bugcollections@xxxxxxxxxxxxx <mailto:bugcollections@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>> wrote: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?------------------------------------------------------------------------*From:* "julie.hey.ho.lets.go@xxxxxxxxx <mailto:julie.hey.ho.lets.go@xxxxxxxxx>" <julie.hey.ho.lets.go@xxxxxxxxx <mailto:julie.hey.ho.lets.go@xxxxxxxxx>>*To:* tcb@xxxxxxxxxxxxx <mailto: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.No virus found in this message. Checked by AVG - www.avg.com <http://www.avg.com> Version: 2013.0.2793 / Virus Database: 2634/5927 - Release Date: 11/29/12
