A package was waiting for me in the mailbox today. It was from someone I don’t know — at least, someone I don’t think I know (and if I do know you, sorry!) — sent from a city I’ve never visited. I opened it with some trepidation, though the anthrax scare and my own quasi-cyberstalker are distant enough memories that I wasn’t too worried. I assumed it was my Obama car magnet, though I wondered a bit why they’d roll up the magnet to send in a roughly 3×3×8 inch box, instead of just a flat envelope.
I was totally, utterly shocked when I opened it and discovered what was actually inside. It was none other than — well, OK, the surprise has already been ruined by the accompanying photo — a Beep for Breakfast cup, just like the one I remembered my grandfather keeping on the edge of his basement sink, so many years ago!
About three months ago, I put out a call to help me locate just such a cup, but I had mostly put it out of my mind, and certainly never expected one to randomly appear at my doorstep one day!
I’m still a bit perplexed as to how the sender obtained my address. (Well, not too perplexed, because I know how I’d have gone about finding it, and it probably wouldn’t have been terribly difficult.) But I’m glad they did!
To the sender (whose identity I will keep to myself), thanks!
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5 responses to “Beep for Breakfast!”
Yeah, there’s various shadowy ways of tracking down someone’s address. But then most of us would probably still try the old-fashioned way.
Hmm… you mean like sending me an email last week asking for my address? :P
So did you buy it on eBay and have them send it straight to me or what?
Yeah, I’d bet that flat out asking “what your address?” is still the most commonly used method for extracting such information and probably will remain so for a few more years, at least.
Praise be to eBay. ;)
If you get something weird in the mail, it’s most likely from a LaSala.