My husband and I bought a box of unclaimed packages expecting cheap gadgets and a few laughs. But the last parcel had Caleb’s full name and the address of our first apartment on it. It had been sent 15 years earlier, and one look at the label made my husband beg me not to open it or touch it.
By the time we reached the bottom of the box, Caleb had claimed a mug that said WORLD’S OKAYEST DENTIST despite having absolutely no connection to dentistry.
One look at the label made my husband beg me not to open it or touch it.
“I’m taking this to work,” he announced.
“Why?”
He held it against his chest. “Because people deserve mystery.”
I laughed and tossed another glittery phone case onto the pile between us.
“Because people deserve mystery.”
For almost an hour, our living room looked like a very cheap Christmas morning: avocado socks, charging cables, kitchen gadgets, and a shirt big enough for both of us.
Buying the box had been his idea.
For almost an hour, our living room looked like a very cheap Christmas morning.
For weeks we’d been watching those videos where people bought pallets of undeliverable and warehouse-clearance packages and discovered everything from junk to brand-new electronics.
When we finally ordered one, Caleb picked the local warehouse option because the shipping was cheaper.
I hadn’t given that choice another thought.
Caleb picked the local warehouse option because the shipping was cheaper.
Most of our box had definitely landed on the junk side.
I didn’t care.
After 15 years of marriage, making each other laugh over useless kitchen gadgets counted as a pretty good Friday night.
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