I received a package today from a loved one, for no reason what-so-ever.

The delivery man left the package on the front step without knocking, or alerting my lightly sleeping self of its presence.

The dogs did not bark.

Completely confuzzled was I, when alerted to it's presence upon opening the front door later in the day, and noticed a maroon Carlton Draught beer holder sitting on top of my precious package.

Curiouser and curiouser.

I looked once, twice, three times. And yet the situation remained the same.

Many thoughts come to mind of drunken postal workers, and these thoughts have kept a moderately amused smile on my face for at least part of the day.