A few weeks ago I got a call from my old landlord. Ugh, I thought. What now? The last time he called me was when the new tenant moved in – MONTHS after we left – and she couldn’t get her new phone line connected. There was no way this could be good, and I couldn’t think of a single reason why he might be calling me.
It turns out a package had arrived for me. A really big one, he said, and I should come pick it up. Except that every time we were in the area, he wasn’t home. BF is out that way all the time to see his family – usually at least once a week – and never managed to catch him, either.
Until this weekend. FINALLY. Ever the cheapskate, the LL (he lives in a little converted workshop out the back of the house we used to rent) still hasn’t fixed the broken pane in his glass front door. I SO don’t miss that place at all.
I honestly could not think of what might be inside the parcel. I wasn’t expecting anything. I hadn’t bought anything online. I figured I must have won something, although I didn’t know why it would have ended up there.
I thanked him and started edging toward the door, not wanting to stay a moment longer than I had to, especially since we were on our way elsewhere and the car was still running.
“I’m really curious…I don’t know what it could be,” said I. “Thanks! I can’t wait to get home and open it.”
“Yeah, me too. Let me know what it is,” sez he.
Underneath my name and address was the name of a random PR firm. So I ripped a little hole in the package and peeked inside. OH MY LORD. How embarrassing.
He’s all, “What is it?!”
I pulled out the envelope on top.
“Um, it looks like I’ve won a Durex prize pack. Kthxbai!”
Uh, awkward. I barely even remember entering the competition, but I scored myself quite the haul.
Lesson learned: Make sure your details are up to date before entering random competitions. And maybe stick to only the contests which you REALLY want to win.
(PS: A few days later he texted me asking what was in the pack. What a creep.)