My doorbell just rang: my next-door neighbor, box in hand.
I instantly knew what that meant–they did it again?
Sandy told me that UPS had come in the ten minutes she wasn’t home and she returned to find this box, which she wasn’t expecting, and when she looked at the return address, then she REALLY wasn’t expecting! But then, oh. It was addressed to me. Silly UPS, they did it again. That’s the second time they’ve left something at her house that was supposed to be mine.
I looked at the return address and went wow, and then, hey, Sandy, you want to stay here while I open this? Heh.
No, no, she grinned, starting to scurry away from it.
We got into a conversation, though, about how her kids are doing; always good to hear. And about how she was doing. I love how the UPS guy promotes neighborliness–I’ll have to tell him thank you some time.
I brought the box inside and told Michelle what had just happened. I held it out for her to read the return address, her eyes got big, she grinned and she grabbed it and held it away from me, going, “Mine!”
Then she offered to help with the packaging tape on the inner container. Okay, back up a moment here: I was at Trader Joe’s yesterday and asked the folks there, Where’s the Scharffenberger? I came to stock up on Scharffenberger and I don’t see any!
Oh, we discontinued that about three weeks ago.
But, but–then where do I get my Scharffenberger fix?! I thought, Trader Joe’s, how could you? Don’t you know, I was standing there in this store when you got your very first shipment ever, watching your employee open that box, getting the very first bars off the top you ever sold? That’s my chocolate!
And guess what shows up on my doorstep. Wrapped in reusable icepacks and a styrofoam cooler, with instructions as to where to recycle the styrofoam once it gets just too old to keep using.
Scharffenberger. 48 5g squares, one non-guilty-size bite at a time. Extra dark, bittersweet, and semisweet. Could there BE a more perfect form of chocolate? The note inside was signed, “Chocolate is as important as humor. –Don”
Wow. I’m speechless (you know one doesn’t talk with one’s mouth full.)Â This is beyond cool. Thank you, Don!!