So I walk past the door to see a gigantic black woman in what appears to be a bomb suit walking from her Fedex delivery truck to my front door. I stop, I peer, I stare wondering what the hell this lady is doing. So I back away from the door, while continuing to stare through the tempered opaque glass. She finally waddles her way up to the welcome mat, places a package on it, and shimmies herself back to her truck in the quickest fashion she could. So after I hear the truck peel out and barrel down the street, I open the door to find a package addressed to me. Upon further investigation I began searching my mind for what this could possibly be, the sender being a corporation, and knowing I'm far too poor to order from some big named corporation I cut it open to find a box with black marker scribbling out all the addresses and numbers on the box. So once again puzzled, I rip open the box to find a package in which destroyed my dishwasher, and half of the trash can. I could only make out "Gary G" from the smoldering ashes of a box once containing these magnificent cigars. Gary G from Tolland, CT (grateful1) I would like to personally thank you for this amazing package, it couldn't have been a better time, one will have to be smoked after tomorrows MRIs. Thank you Gary, I don't know what I did to deserve this, but sincerely, thank you.
On a side note, she wasn't in a bomb suit, she was just that "fluffy."
WKOTI
On a side note, she wasn't in a bomb suit, she was just that "fluffy."
WKOTI
