You've got mail
So previously I've gotten strange things in my mailbox at work: a comic book about soil, a My First Haggadah coloring book, 7 staplers, a golden calf cookie cutter, mardi gras beads, a shell pasted on a card that says, "A pearl is a healed wound. Praise the Lord" on it but the pearl has been ripped off, a bag of rocks, and more.
The CP, who has laughed at and with me over this montage of stuff, trying to help me decipher the clues to hopefully unleash a secret message (in the hopes that the person is just a brilliant prankster and not a psychopath). He even now has Mooby, the golden calf cookie cutter, hanging from the cross in his office.
He won the toss, though, yesterday when he received mail of his own--a letter with taped words on it, ransom note style. The envelope is addressed to "Doggy Lovers Unite" with some Houston address taped underneath and has our work address taped to the return address corner of the envelope. There is no postage, so aptly, it was returned to us in the mail. CP opened the envelope to reveal clippings (photocopied from a newspaper): an ad for Joe the plumber, an ad in Spanish for telephone service, an ad for a new laptop, and an ad that says, "Pork the one you love" with a man and a woman caressing over a bbq grill.
He hands this to me saying, "I win," and I carry it, without thinking, into a meeting that I am trying to wrap up. I almost peed my pants. WTF?
The CP, who has laughed at and with me over this montage of stuff, trying to help me decipher the clues to hopefully unleash a secret message (in the hopes that the person is just a brilliant prankster and not a psychopath). He even now has Mooby, the golden calf cookie cutter, hanging from the cross in his office.
He won the toss, though, yesterday when he received mail of his own--a letter with taped words on it, ransom note style. The envelope is addressed to "Doggy Lovers Unite" with some Houston address taped underneath and has our work address taped to the return address corner of the envelope. There is no postage, so aptly, it was returned to us in the mail. CP opened the envelope to reveal clippings (photocopied from a newspaper): an ad for Joe the plumber, an ad in Spanish for telephone service, an ad for a new laptop, and an ad that says, "Pork the one you love" with a man and a woman caressing over a bbq grill.
He hands this to me saying, "I win," and I carry it, without thinking, into a meeting that I am trying to wrap up. I almost peed my pants. WTF?
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