This morning we opened our front door to find a large cardboard box with label EAT HEALTHY.
My wife knew immediately it was one of those complete meal kits.
"Did you order this?" she asked me hopefully.
"No, not me. I wonder who might have sent it?" I replied, no longer feeling like my Xena's white knight.
Hurriedly, Terry rushed to the kitchen to get a knife to help open the carton. Moments later, she bent over the box to read the label before cutting into the tape.
Suddenly she stopped and then looked at me like a child who's just discovered there really isn't a Santa Claus.
"I guess it's not for us?" I ventured.
"Look at the label," she said.
It read 36, not 38.
It was for our next door neighbours.
Oh well, these days we try get our excitement anywhere we can find it, even on our front doorstep.
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