David stopped by the mailbox and opened it. He started pulling out the mail and saw a strange item.
“WHAT is THAT?” he wondered
“I don’t know”, I nervously replied.
“Should I open it?”
“I DON”T KNOW!!!”
“There is sand in here!” he exclaimed
“And shells!” I yelled.
“What is that thing rolled up inside??”
“I don’t KNOW!”
“It’s from Ohio and this is SO creepy”, I said. “We do not know ANYONE in Ohio!!”
“But who would send us a bomb?”
I DON’T KNOW!!
“I DON”T KNOW, DAVID!!!!!!”
We left it outside overnight. The next day I decided I needed to figure it out and call the cops if necessary but I wanted to be sure before calling them.
Because I remembered that one time two years ago when I called the cops on a man who kept ringing my doorbell. I was sure he was there to kidnap me but he ended up just being a neighbor who lived down the street.
The 1 cent stamps NOT postmarked.
The return address from someone we did not know!
The weird name it was addressed to!!
The rolled up paper inside!!!!
It was obviously not mailed and just placed inside the mailbox and made to look like it was mailed!!!!!
Yes. I need to call the cops. It is a bomb.
And I consented it was a bomb from the vacuum cleaner salesman who was at our house two days earlier for THREE hours – but David still turned down the sale. Even after the guy had shampooed the whole living room area rug. This salesman has gone postal and is getting us back for not buying his vacuum cleaner! I was sure of it.
I was getting up the nerve to call the cops and ask their opinion when my oldest son came in the kitchen for a few minutes before he headed off to work. I explained all the drama to him and my reasoning on why I thought it was a bomb.
And I said, “It is addressed to Kavik! KAVIK!”
“That’s me” he said. “Kavik is a user name of mine. And those are not 1 cent stamps, they are $1.00 stamps. I know these people in Ohio and this is an invitation.”
“Oh…OK…here ya go.”