Lately my parents have been stretched thin with family crises, and there hasn’t been any way for me to help. Then one day while browsing Amazon I discovered a book of funny math cartoons which made a perfect, surprise, “pick-me-up” gift for my former math teacher mom.
I forgot to include a note with the package, but I assumed my parents would figure out it was from me.
I figured wrong.
Now, just for comparison’s sake, here’s the conversation my husband and I would’ve had upon the arrival of an unexpected package from Amazon:
My Husband: “I see your secret Amazon boyfriend was here again.”
Me: “I know! Someone sent us a surprise gift !”
My Husband: “Cool! Open it up and see what it is.”
But apparently, this is what went down at my parents’ house:
Dad: (calling my mom at work): “Were you expecting something from Amazon?”
Dad: “We just got a package from Amazon.”
Mom: “Well I didn’t order anything.”
Dad: “Then why did we get a package if we didn’t order anything?”
Mom: “Oh no-what if someone hacked our account so they could steal our credit card information?”
Dad: “Well no, that doesn’t make sense. Why would they have sent something to us if they were trying to steal from us?
Mom: “I’m on my lunch hour. I can come home right now and take it back to the post office. Do you think we should cancel our credit card?”
Dad: “Not yet. I guess we can wait ’til you get home to deal with it.”
I can’t swear that I captured their conversation verbatim, because by the time my mom finished recounting this story I was laughing so hard that my eardrums were bleeding, but I think I pretty much got the gist of things.
So apparently I did not only send them a fun surprise. I sent them a surprise, wrapped in the tissue paper of suspicion, tied up with a pretty, panic-inducing bow.
Do I know how to give a gift or what?