I had found a set of 4 different Thai pepper-paste condiments in jars for an amazing price from an online retailer running Black Friday sales on food and related items. Asked for gift wrapping to save time. Perfect for a relative really into such things.
Order got delayed, but out of the blue arrived today. Glad I got curious. Box didn't feel right.
Opened it up, and inside were 50 very tightly rolled and individually wrapped pairs of purply-brown size XXXL disposable unisex underwear with bright red crotch pieces.
Now trying to decide whether it is worth trying to straighten this out or just bite the bullet and have gag stocking stuffers for the next umpteen years.
I had found a set of 4 different Thai pepper-paste condiments in jars for an amazing price from an online retailer running Black Friday sales on food and related items. Asked for gift wrapping to save time. Perfect for a relative really into such things.
Order got delayed, but out of the blue arrived today. Glad I got curious. Box didn't feel right.
Opened it up, and inside were 50 very tightly rolled and individually wrapped pairs of purply-brown size XXXL disposable unisex underwear with bright red crotch pieces.
Now trying to decide whether it is worth trying to straighten this out or just bite the bullet and have gag stocking stuffers for the next umpteen years.
Some of those 'bizarre shipping errors' are actually part of a credit card scam. You wouldn't be the target, though. In those scams, you get what you ordered plus something else, so it doesn't quite fit your situation, as you didn't get what you ordered.
I forget the details of those scams, but they are about using a stolen credit card for...something or other.
The only thing somewhat bizarre that happened to me in the shipping department, aside from a package that managed to pretty much do a grand tour of the continental US, was a shirt that I ordered for a gal this last spring. She didn't mention it, and I kind of forgot about it until a couple months later when I got a notification that it had shipped. At that point, I asked her whether or not she had received the shirt, and she confirmed that she hadn't. It had simply been delayed for a few months, with no notice. It got there, though, and she loved it, so all was well.
The snow pack last year started out really well up through December...then stopped completely (cold?...or not cold?) for several months. So far, this winter is exceeding expectations. It has to keep going, though.
This is the second consecutive La Nina year. Normally, that means above average precipitation in this area, but a water forecaster (we don't just forecast weather, around here) mentioned that the precipitation of second La Nina years typically goes north of our area, leaving us dry. So far, that hasn't been the case.
When I opened the box it looked like a shrink-wrapped brick of tight gauze bandage rolls sort of purply-brown with red flecks here and there. Without the paper sheet underneath I'd have had to break open the brick to have any idea what I was looking at.
I can't imagine these are typical or fashionable even where they were made and packed. Hard to imagine they were made for hospitals or rest homes or ambulances, but that's the feeling I get from them.
The post race was sliding down the page a bit. Need to move it higher up. I wonder what would happen if some of the other large volume threads got merged into this one. Nothing good, I figure. Post Race should be bizarre, not heated.
The weather for the next few days is looking promising. Promising lots of snow. Therefore, I got some shopping done so that I don't have any great need to leave the house for the next three days.
Actually, I haven't gone downhill skiing in many years. Not since I was down around 10-12, I believe. For much of that time, it was a lack of opportunity and a minimum of interest. Since then, it's been about saving my knees for other things.
The last time I danced salsa (really suck at it), some girl came out of nowhere and grabbed my partners hair, pulling her away! I barely knew both of them, but when I tried to break it up, the girl I was dancing with mistakenly clawed me in the face, missing my right eye! I then left it up to their friends to pull them apart (I was a stranger there), and got some wet papertowels for the scratches on my face, and sat at the bar eating chips with salsa, which burned me a little near my mouth where one of the scratches was.
I've heard of that happening before. I've never really understood it. I don't think I've ever laid down in the middle of a road.
Still, I'm unable to fully parse that story. "She" laid down in the middle of the road, but "the little boy had..." And who was the friend of your son, the boy, the woman? It sounds like a tragedy either way, but I'm not quite clear on the cast of characters.
Sorry about that. I wrote it soon after I found out and my grammar not good.
I did not know the woman very well, but I do know the womana (who died)'s son very well, he is at our house 3 or 4 times a day. From what I gathered just from him coming over to visit, he lived with his grandmother because his father isn't around and his mother wasn't capable of taking care of him because she had addiction issues.
I don't have very strong feelings towards the mother because I think I might have met her only once or twice, but I am incredibly upset for her son. He is very well mannered and genuinely a sweet kid, although you can tell that a lack of home discipline creeped in every once in a while when he would be at our house. I can only imagine how traumatic this must be for him.
It may not be too bad, for him. It sounds like his immediate family life might have been so unsettled/traumatic in the past that this would just be taken in stride. Consider that you might be a better role model for him than his parents ever were. It sounds like he has the disposition to thrive, if given the chance. To some extent, it's all about the support structure. He doesn't sound like he was getting much from his parents, but his grandparents and friends might be able to provide that which was missing.
Not to say that it was a good thing, but he might land on his feet, with a little help from his friends.
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