I love surprises.
I’m in one of those “cookbook of the month” things. You know, one of those six cookbooks for a dollar send in the card every month deals. The selection has deteriorated considerably since I enrolled about three years ago. I’m to the point where I’m too lazy to cancel my membership and I have a recurring event on my cellphone every month to basically inform the clowns not to send me anything.
But this time… I saw something.
And I completely forgot that I ordered it. I saw the package in front of my door a week later, and, being senile, I just stared at the box primordially as if it were the monolith in 2001.