So this bizarre/amazing thing happened to me a week ago: I received in the mail a package of mint Milano cookies. No note, no explanation. Just cookies.
The return address was some shop (actually, it was spelled “shoppe” on the packaging) based in Danvers, MA. Some online research confirmed for me that this package of cookies had been ordered through Amazon and shipped through this third-party Shoppe distributor, which makes more sense than thinking that someone drove to Danvers, MA, to mail me some cookies, but still does not make total, 100% sense.
The Shoppe had a phone number, so I called them twice and left messages, which they did not return. So I still have NO IDEA WHO SENT ME THESE COOKIES.
I can even theorize as to WHY I was sent these cookies: Presumably, because of the line in MOSTLY GOOD GIRLS where Violet is at Thanksgiving dinner, listing what she’s thankful for, and she says “family,” even though she is considerably more thankful for mint Milanos. (I forget the exact wording of that line; it’s been a while since I wrote it.)
NONETHELESS, this still doesn’t explain WHO bought me cookies, even if it does explain WHY and HOW. This is, obviously, awesome, as it allows me to believe that I have a SECRET ADMIRER, which is the best kind of admirer.
I had a similar experience the Valentine’s Day before last, when I received a mystery bouquet of roses, with a note saying something like, “Love you!” I went around for a week announcing to everyone who would listen that I had a secret admirer who loved me. It was great until I told my friend Becca about it, and she was like, “Um, I sent you those flowers. Did they not include my name? I told Kabloom to include my name.”
Therefore it seems fairly likely that these mint Milanos are also from Becca, or from some other friend who thinks I’m being rude for not sending him or her a thank-you note.
So consider this blog post my universal thank-you note: To whomever my secret admirer may be, or even if you are not a secret and are actually my mom but you just forgot to enclose a card– thank you for the cookies. I love mint Milanos, and you’re so thoughtful and generous to know that about me. And I already ate half of the bag. Love, Leila.