The friggin idiots at UPS somehow deliverd a package to our old address. Eor found out about it, phoned me at work and asked me to go over. I put in a leave request and bugged out as quickly as I could, broke the speed limit all the way over, and arrived just in time to see the guy who stole it, I'm pretty sure. As I got out of the car I heard him curse under his breath, and he went to the far side of the porch and tried to pretend he was just leaning on the rail having a smoke or on his cell or something - keeping his face turned away from the light. I asked him if he'd seen a package and he just shook his head violently, wouldn't look at me. I was baffled as to what to do, half convinced he had it and not wanting to bother him if he was actually in the middle of crying or something. After ringing a few bells and peering in the door window to see if it was inside I finally gave up, but as I drove I kept thinking about it and getting more and more convinced he must have had it. If I was smart I'd have said something like "It was just a small thing, some stuff his Mom sent him of his Dad's. His Dad's passed away. I was hoping someone might have picked it up intending to figure out who's it was." But of course I don't think of things like that AT THE TIME because I'm a CHICKENSHIT. And not a conversationalist. AAAARGH! So now he has himself a nice $600 recorder and Eor's got a stressful fight with UPS ahead of him, trying to get that insurance money. :(
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Good luck!