'Tis the season...so they say. Fruitcake season. Oh yes. AND...I got one in the mail the other day. It came all the way from England. All the way....
I got it delivered to my door...my apartment door...on a Sunday, of all things! I thought it was God itself who sent it to me. Well, the package anyway. I didn't know it was a fruitcake, until I opened it...and then realized the package wasn't exactly addressed to me.
Ahem.
Yes, well, it was addressed to the former apartment dwellers, a lovely old couple whom I met actually, when I first visited the place. They sold me their fabulous washer/dryer combo for half price. They were really nice and funny...quirky like old folks can be...and decidedly British.
It was for them that the fruitcake was intended. But I got it, you see. Me. Sort of into food. You know, ME.
I dutifully took it down to the super, on that Sunday, hoping to get an address to re-direct the thing, or even maybe drop it off at their place. They were so nice a couple, actually, that I wouldn't mind having to do that, and maybe chat for a bit, you know? In any case, the super could not, actually give me an address but figured he would call the property management company during the next week.
He forgot.
A fruitcake weighed heavily on my table in my apartment.
With my life being the way it is these days and the many strange and somewhat stressful things that I have to deal with fairly daily, I have hit on a new philosophy to get me through the night; it's "fuck it". Sometimes it's "fuck it all".
So, yeah...fuck it...I am eating the fruitcake, the "not actually mine, all the way from England intended for the really nice old couple" fruitcake. It's really good...homemade...and I am not really fond of fruitcake. Man...I'm like the "fuck it" Grinch now. Bet I would eat the fruitcake from the Who's Christmas feast if it were delivered to my door accidentally.
Bet I would.
Wonder what else they'll be sending to my door in the next few weeks....
Repo men. "Ma'am, we're here for the cake".
ReplyDeleteHope you at least send a thank you note to the return addressee...anonymously , of course.
ReplyDeleteEric: I will categorically deny any knowledge of cake.
ReplyDeletePhil: Oh dear...never thought of that...probably won't. You will think less of me now, won't you?
You actually ate fruitcake? Wow, did it taste like a brick? I know they have same density.
ReplyDeleteYou had good intentions Claire! It's not your fault that the redirecting process was so long winded. I, too, understand the temptation of good Christmas fare. Just don't leave it in our face or it'll be gone! Yum, Xmas cake, feel like some right now ... Not a piece in sight around here. Will have to wait till Xmas eve - my sister bakes me one very year and drops it around. So good - and healthy ... all that fruit!!! (good excuse).
ReplyDeleteEat and enjoy, as another Brit living abroad I think that old couple would be delighted for you x
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