Brain Surgery Continues

This morning I was speaking with owner (hereinafter called My BOSS) of my company and the building owner’s father came through checking on things.

Me: Is your son (building owner) coming in today?

Building Owners Father: Yes he is.

Me: He has my rubber stamps!

My Boss: What? Do you know that the building owner thanked me last week for you sending him stamps?

Me: Now why would I send the owner of this building stamps? I have been messing with the delivery service for over a week because they said they delivered my package. After a week, I find out the building owner has them.

Laughter!

My Boss: I also saw him (building owner) this past Saturday and again, he said, “That was really nice of her (me) to send me those stamps.” Boss said to me, :I thought maybe you had sent him a handmade card." The building owner than said to my boss...“you don’t know anything about those stamps do you?”

Laughter!

Me: The package had MY NAME on it! Why would the building owner think I sent them to him? It had my name on it!

Laughter!

My Boss: I thought it was really weird that you would send him rubber stamps but I wasn’t sure what was going on.

Laughter!

Me: OMG! It was set of 4, I believe one say’s friend, one says love, cherish and thanks….Why would I send an older man with lots of money a stamp set with those words on it? A stamp set! Tell him if you see him this weekend if I get my stamp set back, I will make him a card!


Tears of Laughter!