“That’s creepy,” she said.
“I know.”
“Maybe kids?”
“I don’t think kids are opening boxes and putting moisturizer back.”
She laughed. “True.”
Then she said, “You should get a camera.”
I remember that now.
She told me to get a camera.
At the time, I said Ryan and I had been meaning to.
Then life happened.
The camera stayed on our imaginary someday list.
A week later, a package disappeared completely.
It was nothing expensive. A set of kitchen towels and two candles.
Tracking showed delivered.
No package.
The courier had not taken a photo that time.
I filed a claim and got refunded. Then another package vanished.
Dog treats.
We don’t even have a dog.
My sister had ordered them to my house by accident because she still had my address saved.
That one made even less sense.
Who steals dog treats?
When I mentioned it to Denise, she shook her head. “People are shameless.”
I agreed.
That’s the part that still annoys me.
She stood three feet away from me and complained about the thief.
Then came the dress.
My company has an annual spring party, and that year’s theme was some kind of retro glamour thing.
Half the women in my department had decided to wear slip dresses.
