A couple of years ago I got a “we have a parcel for you” note on my birthday. I didn’t know what it was our who it was from, and had to wait nearly a whole week until I could go get it, anticipation building all the time.
When I finally got there it was a free washing powder scoop the wife had sent off for weeks ago. Gutted…
A mate was just about bouncing when he got a ‘we have a parcel for you’ note, expecting it to be the brand new shiny iPhone he’d got on his insurance after dropping his old, knackered one and it getting run over. Ran all the way to the sorting office the next morning, clutching the card feverishly, big grin all over his sappy mush.
Imagine his disappointment when it turned out to be a sample pack of Tena Men that some callous soul had ordered for him…