In a story that is far too bizarre for me to make up, I received a FRUITCAKE in the mail today.
Now, my grandpa (Mom's stepdad) is from Corsicana, Texas, and every year he sends everyone in the family a fruitcake from the "World Famous Collin Street Bakery." I won't get into the merits of fruitcakes as Christmas gifts, he's a nice man and I'm thankful he thinks enough of me to send me a fruitcake and a handmade book of Bible verses every single year. Hope springs eternal I guess.
Anyway, today, I went downstairs to check my mail and the lady behind the counter goes "You have a package, it's been in there for a couple days." So, puzzled, I go to the package room...after all, I'm not expecting anything and I hadn't ordered anything...I had no idea what it could be.
The girl behind the counter hands me a box from Corsicana, Texas containing one World Famous Collin Street Bakery Fruitcake.
I seriously thought maybe my grandpa had decided to send me something in the mail and just happened to have a box and tin lying around from Christmas, and so decided to reuse them. And then I opened it. And, indeed, inside is one fruitcake...perfectly preserved since last Christmas.
The UPS labels are a mystery -- they indicate that it was sent in late December of last year, and traveled around for a couple months before ending up here on 2-2-o5. I didn't change my address last summer to this place, I changed it to my parent's address...and certainly I never gave this address to my grandpa. Further, in February I hadn't yet decided to live here (again). So, however it got here, why did the front desk hold it? Also, where has it been since then? I checked for packages just last week and it wasn't here. Where was it between December and February? My grandpa had my address in TVPNM, I got a Christmas card (with requisite Bible verses) from him, just like every year (thought I'd just been spared the fruitcake).
This is just like that time Milbarge [sic] disappeared...it's a mystery! Maybe one of the Friday Spies questions can be "Where has E. Spat's fruitcake been for the past several months?"
Anyway, here's a pictorial (sp?) chronicle of my fruitcake experience today. Before anyone makes fun, yes I did mark out all identifying information. Last time I did that I was accused of being a weirdo, but I don't care...I'm a weirdo who will live to see tomorrow. Also, please notice the Lonestar Christmas tin the fruitcake is lovingly ensconced in...I think cowboys on horses with lassos really represent the joy and holiness of the birth of our lord, don't you?