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"Something came for you in the mail," my mom called up the stairs to me all of two minutes ago. My favorite words in the world. I love mail, and I was especially eager to love mail today, since I was hoping that the new Franz Ferdinand album would arrive for my happy-dancing pleasure. The CD had been shipped. It was a distinct possibility.
But the new Franz Ferdinand album this was not.
Instead, what awaited me was a padded envelope from a seller I had tried to order a book from through ebay at the end of December (so I might FINALLY have a Christmas present for Rob). After it didn't show up for two weeks, I realized that I'd been an idiot and given them my school address by accident. But it turned out it didn't matter, since they hadn't shipped the book...since they didn't actually have it available. Great. So, I had my money refunded and I found said book elsewhere, ordered it, and received it just yesterday. All good.
At least, all good ntil the arrival of this mystery package, which upon closer inspection (ie, being torn open), contains a first edition copy of Rose O'Paradise--a book I had not even heard of before today. Uh...huh. It seems someone got very confused.
None of that really matters, though. I've e-mailed the seller, and this small mishap will get sorted out.
What really matters is why not Franz Ferdinand?
But the new Franz Ferdinand album this was not.
Instead, what awaited me was a padded envelope from a seller I had tried to order a book from through ebay at the end of December (so I might FINALLY have a Christmas present for Rob). After it didn't show up for two weeks, I realized that I'd been an idiot and given them my school address by accident. But it turned out it didn't matter, since they hadn't shipped the book...since they didn't actually have it available. Great. So, I had my money refunded and I found said book elsewhere, ordered it, and received it just yesterday. All good.
At least, all good ntil the arrival of this mystery package, which upon closer inspection (ie, being torn open), contains a first edition copy of Rose O'Paradise--a book I had not even heard of before today. Uh...huh. It seems someone got very confused.
None of that really matters, though. I've e-mailed the seller, and this small mishap will get sorted out.
What really matters is why not Franz Ferdinand?