Bad Delivery

I went out to feed the street cats, and there was a large, flat package leaning against the wall beside the door. I haven’t ordered anything. The husband always tells me when he’s expecting something. I remember this year’s porch bomber thing and have a moment of panic. I go ahead and check the mail and feed the cats.

I don’t have my glasses on, but the company name is large enough for me to make out: Telechron Clocks. I get my nose up on the address label and see enough of the name to know which house it is meant for. I grab some shoes and deliver it to the proper porch.

Now I’m jealous.

My neighbors have a nice, new, large midcentury modern wall clock, and I do not.