A Coffee Caper

A strange and amusing thing happened today. It began at Christmas when my husband gifted me a lime green Keurig one cup coffee maker, which I adored from the moment I set eyes on (and continue to adore every morning when I drink from its goodness). I love having a cup or two in the morning, but it seems so silly to go through the effort of brewing a pot when I'm the only one home, and then the leftovers sit there for days and days and get gross- I always hold out for someone to drink them, and nobody ever does; the mini Keurig has been perfect. The only downside to my darling machine is that (until Blake bought it a mini filter for ground coffee) it takes little coffee pod things, called "K-Cups," which could "roast" our budget if we were to consume too many a day (while not exactly "grounds" for divorce, it could cause Blake to regret his thoughtful gift).We found them for the best price at Amazon, and I ordered enough to last a couple months. I waited all day last Friday for the delivery, to no avail. By Saturday I was frustrated, so I checked the order status and found that they had indeed been delivered, and "left at the front desk." There's no way on earth dropping a package on our porch could be considered "left at the front desk," so I emailed the mix up to Amazon and they replied that my K-Cups were likely gone forever and they would send some more right away. End of story.
Until this morning.... the doorbell rang and to my shock, a uniformed police officer stood there, patrol car in the driveway. She peered at me: "Are you Brittany Bowen?" Gulp. I confessed that I was, and she smiled and presented me with a cardboard box. "This was delivered to the station last Friday. By the time we had investigated it for explosives and contaminants it was too late to bring it to you. So here you are!" I guess if you want your lost mail returned to you, better pray it ends up at the police station, by one means or another!