This year, my birthday is on Good Friday. While everyone else is being penitent, I think I’m going to gorge on cake!
In any event, I have been getting packages in the mail from relatives, which is very exciting. Yesterday, I was waiting for a pair of new running headphones in the mail, and I assumed that they were in the small, white envelope that was in the mailbox.
I ripped open the package, only to discover that it contained not my headphones, but a Garmin heart rate monitor. I remembered that I had specifically asked the boyfriend for this.
Then I looked at the front of the package, and who would have thought! It was addressed to him, not to me.
I considered sealing the envelope up (with tape? staples?) and pretending that I hadn’t seen the contents. I figured that this was stupid since the HRM is for me anyway and since I knew I was getting it. When the boyfriend walked in the door, I said sheepishly, “I did something bad…” and admitted my mistake.
This being said, I refuse to “open” it until Friday.
What have I learned from this experience? I am spoiled and blindly assume that all mail is for me.