“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.
“Thanks.”
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.
Definitely not something my mother would buy, but something I like.
I try it on.
Oh, spring has sprung with this pretty little present.
I scan my brain and the answer pops up. I snap a photo of thanks for the lovely present and send it along.
Nice presents always deserve a proper thank you. Always.
For the record, I knew I was getting this. I’m just a lazy poster. Thank you to my friend for the lovely prezzie. 😘