I got a call from my wife this afternoon at work; she was very distressed. She had stopped off at Walmart on the way home, and while she was inside someone stole a package out of her truck that my parents had sent us. As today was our anniversary we both assumed the worst, and that someone had made off with our anniversary present. She called my mother when she got home, and found out that the package contained a pair of pants that I had left at their home a few weeks ago on a one night layover on Maui after returning from a conference in Monterey.
If there is any justice in the world the thief doesn’t have a 42 inch waist.