I had a bit of a close call with the mail this afternoon. The secretary for my office popped her head in my door, holding a brown package. “For you,” she said. “Ooh, how exciting,” I thought, especially since I hadn’t ordered anything — and after all, it IS Valentine’s Day.
So, I’m sitting at my desk looking at a shoe-boxed size package, with my name and address clearly typed on a label, and the return address listed as “Fulfillment America, Inc., One Burlington Ave., Wilmington, MA 01887.” Hmm. An order not placed. A package with an unknown return address. My old name on the label. Images of the Suspicious Mail Alert Poster I scrutinized at the Post Office last week flashed through my head. What was I supposed to do?
So … like an idiot, I slit open the package, holding it away from my face so that when it did explode, shrapnell wouldn’t actually hit me. Turns out it was the latest McSweeney’s, which, according to their web site, was shipped in a brown box last week. Lesson learned: update all subscriptions and read McSweeney’s more often.
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