This morning, I loaded the last of the bundles from my room and took them to the warehouse. The last ones that I loaded? Three of the earliest, and three of the prettiest (I think).
One of the things that sent me to the warehouse was a simple question: How many bundles had arrived from my home state of Hawai’i? Well, the answer is, a bunch. I did not try and go through them all, but there are easily a hundred there already, and I expect there will be more in the coming week as the surge arrives in response to the article in the Honolulu Advertiser.
How awesome are the boxes from Hawai’i? Well, a lot of them have this cool Aloha stamp, which I love, love, love. And some even get nice accents, like this:
But then again, a lot of the boxes have nice accents. Not too many with full-on doodles like this, but lots and lots and lots of them with things written on them.
I also took the time, since I had a little extra time today, to peek around some, to see what all there was to see. I could take and share 10,000 photos easily, of all the neatness in those ~3000 boxes. I’m going to share this one — I think it’s pretty darn tootin’ awesome.
It’s probably good that this is an agricultural area!
The other thing I was looking for while I was there was the smallest bundle. For all the talk of heavy bundles, of people who send soooo many bundles, or the biggest bundles, I thought I needed to find the smallest one.
In one open box, I found this.
But it was a bundle inside a bundle — so I ruled that one out. Very cute, though.
It came down to small padded envelope, and a small — the smallest — flat rate box. Now, they were about the same size, and I figured it’d be the padded envelope. I was betting on it being yarn. But no, it was pretty heavy.
I grabbed the box. Yep, lightweight. It would win.
I flipped the box over, to open it, and just at the last minute, I saw the customs form.
Content: men’s shirt
Whoa — men’s what?
So I opened it — and this is what I found:
You know, I thought that was the last straw. I really did. First it was the cards, the best wishes, the kind words. Now a shirt?
The two gals working in the warehouse, after taking the photos of me and as I was getting ready to leave asked, “Do you want to take the jam?”
I’m sorry – the what?
Yeah — someone took one of those large flat rate boxes and filled it with small jars of homemade jams.
Did I not explain to you all that I have a reputation to keep? I’m a stone-cold killer, folks! Now you’ve got me wearing a hand-sewn shirt — and handing out jars of really, really good home made jams. Blueberry, peach — it’s just not fair! I should handing out bandoleers of bullets, or some hand grenades, or sticks of dynamite, or angry ferrets or something. Not jars of jam that taste really, really good on an English muffin. That’s been lightly toasted. And consumed with some juice. Nomnomnom.
Maybe next time I’ll post photos of the contraband jam.