“Ma’am, you have mail. If you’ll just sign here, please.”
She slids the package across the desk to me and I eye it with curiosity. I rarely get presents unless I buy them myself so I wonder who thought of me.
I have enough sense to utter that before I move away, but my curiosity has me more distracted than is probably polite.
In the safety of my room, I consider the gift. Victoria’s Secret is embazzled on the label and it’s direct from the store. Perhaps my mother sent me something nice.
I open it.
I try it on.
For the record, I knew I was getting this. I’m just a lazy poster. Thank you to my friend for the lovely prezzie. 😘