Genius is not coming home for Christmas this year. Pennsylvania is not down with the travel thing. I have been internet-buying, and having his gifts sent directly to his apartment. What could possibly go wrong?
Genius has a doorman or concierge or some dude whose job it is to accept packages for the apartment-dwellers, and hold them at the desk until they get home from work. Heh, heh! The joke is on THAT GUY, because Genius has been working from home for many months now, and goes down to check his mail when it's convenient for him.
Last year, I had a couple items sent directly to Genius, because he was leaving from here on a ski trip the day after Christmas, with a return flight from skiing, to Pittsburgh. He couldn't be schlepping his Christmas gifts across the country in his overhead carry-on.
There was a bit of confusion, since Genius didn't know if it was a package HE had ordered, or one I had sent. So this year, I told him I'd put his name on the address with the middle initial of C, for Christmas. That's not his real initial. It has been working out great, since he knows that's something to wait to open.
Yes, everything had been working out just fine. Until I got a text from Genius on Saturday:
"I wonder what this could be lol"
"Dang them all to heck! I guess you can open that one early."
I guess he's lucky I didn't send him anything embarrassing...