I ordered a car charger for my PDA a few days ago, and I've been waiting for it to arrive.
Yesterday, a note showed up in my mailbox, telling me that my package was at the local post office and I needed to pick it up. And I jumped up and down and cheered and did a happy dance in honor of my spiffy new charger. So then this morning, all excited, I went to go get my package.
And I get there, and I show them my little pick up slip, and they bring out a box.
A very big box.
And not very light either.
And I think to myself, "Self, this does not look like the box containing a teeny little car charger." But it has my name on it, so I open it up.
And guess what I find.
Hockey pads! And not only hockey pads, but goalie hockey pads (the monster truck-sized version of hockey pads), purchased off of the Internet with my ebay account.
And since only one other person knows my ebay account password (because he refuses to use his own), and lives in my house, and has been known to buy goalie equipment online, I have a pretty good idea who these new monster pads and gloves and I-don't-even-know-what-that-other-thing-is belong to.
So. Number of cute little PDA car chargers that arrived today: 0. Number of giant boxes full of stinky, bulky goalie gear:1. On the up side, number of happy Tonys: 1. Although number of times I looked around the house and said, "You know what we need around here? More clunky hockey pads": 0.
I just hope this massive box of hockey pads didn't scare off my little car charger.