The Curmudgeon woke me in a bit of a panic.  “There’s a suitcase on the front porch, did you order one?”

     Dazed and startled from a sound sleep all I could do was mumble, “Huh?”

     “There’s a large briefcase, roll on, carry-on type piece of luggage on the front porch.  Did you order one?”

     My caffeine deprived brain tried to sort through what he said.  “Are there mailing labels on it?  It’s not in a box?”

     “No.”

     “Then it didn’t come by mail.” 

     “Get up.  I need you to look at it before I call the police.”

     “Police?”  My foggy brain was not catching on well.  I got dressed, grumbling all the time.  I went downstairs, stepped out the front door.  “Yes, that’s a briefcase alright.  Can’t say I have any idea where it came from.” 

     “I’m calling the police about a suspicious package.  Better to be safe…”

     I trudged to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.  Once I had one in hand, I sat down in front of my computer, pulled up my FB page, and saw I had a message there from an old friend.  I read it and began to laugh. 

     “Call the police back, I know where it came from.”

     Right about then I see a fire department vehicle pull in front of the house.  I went outside and told them we’d just called to cancel, we found out where it came from.  I also invited them in to see why they were called.

     Both firemen said they would’ve called it in too.  They had a good laugh over it.

     I messaged my friend and told her.  We both got a good laugh.  The briefcase was one she’d told me about a while back.  I’d forgotten.  Yes, my short term memory sucks.

     The lesson here my friends is, don’t depend on messages or texting to get an important message through.  Use a phone and speak to the person, there’s less confusion that way.

I’ve heard The Curmudgeon imitating Jeff Dunham’s Achmed the dead terrorist all day.  One more I keel you and I will keel him.

     You all have a good one!