Yesterday, we got home after dark. I was facing the other way by mailbox row, having come in from the other direction. I stayed back far enough that The Pony had T-Hoe’s headlights to illuminate EmBee’s gullet. “Look way in there, Pony. I was supposed to get a package today.”
“No. No key in there. No package.”
“But the tracking said it would be here today. Huh.”
“Well…it seems like Dad and I got a package the other day.”
“Nobody told me you got a package.”
“It was one of those big envelopes.”
“No. This was a book. A thick book. It wouldn’t fit in an envelope.”
“I don’t know then.”
“Well…where is the envelope.”
“I put it on the couch so you’d see it.”
“Only last week I told you to get rid of those two boxes on the couch that had been there since Christmas. And you found your Physics Lab Kit for your college correspondence course! What makes you think I’d notice an envelope on the couch?”
“I don’t know.”
So this morning, I asked Farmer H if we got a package.
“I don’t know. I haven’t seen a package.” I guess now that I made him take his big red milk crate off the front wall of the house, finding packages isn’t that appealing to him. I looked on the couch. There was a big square paper/cardboard envelope. I picked it up. It felt like it could be my book. I didn’t have scissors or a butcher knife or time to open it this morning.
“PONY! Dad said he doesn’t remember getting a package. Are you sure you didn’t get this Saturday, when you drove to the mailbox? It could be my book, if it came a day early.”
“Um. Maybe I picked it up?”
“When I asked what we got in the mail, you said, ‘Just a few college things for me.’ How could you forget a whole package that you had to use a key and get out of the package boxes?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yet you carried it in from your truck. All the way from the BARn field.”
“It was the first thing I set down.”
The absent-minded professor strikes again. This is getting more serious than (having not done so) telling me he’s sure he put a Coke in the mini fridge for me.