No return address. It was a beautiful little square black box in perfect condition despite having been in an envelope.
We did a mutual, Huh? The other must have ordered it. We were sure of it. Some discussion along those lines ensued, till I opened that little riff on Apple-style packing and burst out laughing. Yes, actually, yes I had ordered that.
$5.94 for a new oven thermometer. Who knew it would arrive in a little black dress?