I ordered a couple of books from Amazon the other day (C. S. Lewis' Out of the Silent Planet and Perelandra), and when they arrived I happily unpacked the box and organized the books on the shelf, because that is what I do with books, besides read them of course. This was Tuesday.
It wasn't until yesterday that I actually looked at the packing slip and realized that although the books' covers said C. S. Lewis, in fact I had received a bird watching guide and the second season of Leave It to Beaver. Furthermore, my name is not Laura but John (last name omitted to protect the guilty).
It gives me some amusement to reflect that John, wherever he is, must have received my packing slip. I wonder if he has noticed yet?
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