Several years ago my son sent an overnight Christmas gift to me in Northern Wisconsin. He seemed quite upset a couple of days later when I told him it hadn’t arrived. FedEx showed that it had been delivered on time. A couple of days passed, but still no package. Utter disappointment on my son’s end of the phone.
We lived in a wooded subdivision with large lots. Our street was a short culdesac with only two homes addressed on the street. Unknown to me our unfriendly neighbors (hi bob) were out of town (and the woods) for the holidays.
Our mail box was at the other end of the culdesac. Our neighbors had a P.O. Box.
Six days after the undelivered delivery while out to get our mail, I glanced at our neighbor’s driveway and home tucked in his little corner of woods. Lo and behold the corner of a box caught my eye. Not knowing they were out of town, I proceeded carefully up their driveway. No gunfire, whew. The box on their front door step was mine.
My son’s angst over this whole episode was related to the contents of the package, his gift to me. The temperature for the entire week that the package sat outside never exceeded 20 degrees, but the contents were just fine.
His gift to me was from a specialty shop in Columbus, Ohio. A selection of gourmet ice cream was his gift. Living in a freezer does have at least one benefit.
