Yesterday evening I was doing some practice questions for the bar exam when a UPS man showed up on my doorstep. This was not anything out of the ordinary. You see, when you're setting up a new apartment in Manhattan, you end up having to order a lot of things online. There's no Target for miles, you don't have a car you can load your purchases into, and if you make one too many trips to K-Mart for garbage baskets and ironing boards and drying racks, the security guard stationed near the entrance may just look at you one day and say "welcome back." Seriously. Clearly I can never go back there again. So UPS on my doorstep has become something of a routine. The only problem was that on this particular evening, I couldn't for the life of me remember what it was that I had ordered. I checked the return address. William-Sonoma. Well no surprise there. But what could it be?
The box was quite large and heavy, and as I dragged it towards the kitchen I racked my brain trying to remember what was inside. I seriously had no clue. Hmmm, I thought as I got out a scissors to cut away the packing tape. I can't believe it's actually gotten to the point where I can't remember what I ordered. This does not bode well for my ability to remember sixteen hours worth of material for the bar exam. (Or for my credit card bill, but that's another story altogether). Wait, I though in a moment of inspiration. Maybe this isn't even for me--maybe it's for one of my neighbors and was delivered to me by mistake.
I checked the address line. There it was--my name, followed by "Esquire." Now I was pretty excited about finishing law school, but I'm not in the habit of referring to myself as "esquire." (Not yet anyways). Clearly, this was a gift of some kind. But I still had no idea what it could be. I opened up the box, lifted out the wrapped package, and slid the card out of the envelope. It was from my three best friends from college and it said "We are so proud of you--Happy Graduation, Birthday and Housewarming. We couldn't let you start your new life without...
(wait for it)
...your very own mixer!"
The box was quite large and heavy, and as I dragged it towards the kitchen I racked my brain trying to remember what was inside. I seriously had no clue. Hmmm, I thought as I got out a scissors to cut away the packing tape. I can't believe it's actually gotten to the point where I can't remember what I ordered. This does not bode well for my ability to remember sixteen hours worth of material for the bar exam. (Or for my credit card bill, but that's another story altogether). Wait, I though in a moment of inspiration. Maybe this isn't even for me--maybe it's for one of my neighbors and was delivered to me by mistake.
I checked the address line. There it was--my name, followed by "Esquire." Now I was pretty excited about finishing law school, but I'm not in the habit of referring to myself as "esquire." (Not yet anyways). Clearly, this was a gift of some kind. But I still had no idea what it could be. I opened up the box, lifted out the wrapped package, and slid the card out of the envelope. It was from my three best friends from college and it said "We are so proud of you--Happy Graduation, Birthday and Housewarming. We couldn't let you start your new life without...
(wait for it)
...your very own mixer!"
2 comments:
What awesome friends! I'm soooo
glad you now have your own mixer!
Congratulations again, on graduating and on getting your own KitchenAid! Yay!
And good luck with the bar exam!!
That is so exciting! My husband took the Bar last year and he was a crazy person... he hardly remembered to eat much less to set up a new place. I hope it's all going well and know you'll enjoy that awesome present!
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