There have been times I’ve wondered, “When you go crazy, do you know it? Are there warning signs or do you just wake up one morning and proclaim yourself King of the Butterflies?”
I ask this, because of an incident that innocently began back in January.
I saw this Groupon for personalized M&Ms. With not only the anniversary of the day we met coming up, plus Valentine’s Day, I figured that would be a nice gift for one of those days, depending on whether they arrived in the mail.
So, I bought the Groupon, went to the M&Ms website, uploaded a picture of us and placed the order. I gotta say, by the time everything was done, even with the Groupon these bags of chocolates decorated with our picture cost about as much as a dozen roses flown in fresh from Brazil by a guy named Juan on a Lear jet….on Valentine’s Day!
But I thought it would be fun. Different. So, I sat back and waited for them to arrive.
I remembered buying the M&Ms the week prior to the anniversary of the day we met. They had not yet arrived. Valentine’s Day approached, so I made dinner reservations and bought a card. I was sure they’d show up by then. They didn’t.
So I wrote to M&Ms and asked, “What happened?” I didn’t hear back. Then I remembered the confirmation email saying I could track my order. They said those special M&Ms with our picture on it had been delivered.
Now, I’m second-guessing myself. Did they arrive and I hid them until one of the big days? I emptied out t-shirt drawers, sock drawers, checked inside shoes….all the places I would stash something for later, to maintain the surprise. Nothing.
Then I wondered if they had been stolen. You always hear about someone’s package arriving, and right behind the FedEx or UPS guy, a robber walks up to the porch and steals your goods. They must have been after me M&Ms!!!! (yes, I meant to say ‘me’. I was having a Lucky Charms moment)
It’s now been over a month since I had hoped to surprise Victoria with these custom candies. Not a day goes by that I don’t second-check a cabinet or a desk drawer.
This morning, the phone rang at 7am. It was a toll-free number. Gee, the telemarketers are starting early today. However, for some reason, I decided to go ahead and answer it. It was the M&M people. First, they confirmed all my information. Then they informed me that my order had slipped through the cracks and was never filled. They apologized profusely (just shy of any kind of refund) and promised they would put a rush on this order and have it out to me tomorrow. Yep, one day service.
I have to admit, I was talking myself into taking the blame for this one. Their website said the candies were delivered. I imagined that I had probably opened the order and quickly hidden them away. I even pictured what the package probably looked like and that, in time, I would stumble across a moldy pile of rock-hard chocolates in one of the best present hiding spots ever.
So many times, things like this happen and you never learn the story. I can’t be mad. In fact, I’m somewhere between relieved and happy. I’m taking great comfort, knowing that I’m not losing my mind and going crazy. At least not yet.
I’d love to continue, but apparently my subjects are awaiting a speech from me out in the Butterfly Garden.