This story requires some background information. For Christmas this past year, one of the presents I gave my boyfriend Donald was a 6-month membership in the Cookie-of-the-Month club. This entailed me baking cookies once a month, and then either giving them to him or mailing them if I wasn’t going to see him soon enough (cause who wants stale cookies?).
This was not my idea. I stole it from my roommate’s sister. I’m not sure I’d do it again, especially since I also gave this gift to my brother-in-law on the west coast (assuming that neither Donald nor my brother-in-law would want to eat an entire batch of cookies on their own). Postage is more than you’d think, especially to the west coast.
In any case, I just baked the last batch of cookies (chocolate chip) last weekend, and mailed them off on Monday. However, when I got to the post office, I realized that I could not remember my boyfriend’s mailing address.
This might seem weird, but I don’t really mail him that many things, and he currently lives a half hour drive away, and I don’t have a car, so I’ve only been to his place once (and he’s lived there less than 6 months). Also, I don’t have a cell phone, so I couldn’t call him from the post office.
So I guessed. Unfortunately, as I realized when I got back to my office and called Donald from my office phone, I guessed wrong. However, I knew which wrong address I’d sent the cookies to (another house on the same block), so Donald said he would walk over and let them know that he would be receiving a package at that address, addressed to him.
Well, he went over twice, and the old lady who answered the door both times claimed that the package never showed up! Hmm….
I hope she ate them, at least. I’d hate to think they’d gone entirely to waste.