I was about to doze off in my sweet, old friend.  Old Comfy is my dark brown, plush corduroy easy chair.   He's been with me for years.  He knows me and I know him.  And today had been an especially exhausting day.  So right after dinner,  I snuggled in with my bottle of Crown Royale, my recently purchased copy of the latest Robert Ludlum novel, and the peace and quiet of a September night in London town. 

With a sweet sip of the good stuff, page one.  I didn't even get to the first word, when the Westminster chimes of my well-priced doorbell rang. 

"Dagummit!" 

I went to the door and found nobody there, only a package wrapped in brown paper waiting for me to adopt it as something new of mine.

I have this thing about packages ... I just have to open them ... and when I opened this one, my life did take its turn.

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Here's a challenger. The Package is the same short, short story over and over. Same intro ... more or less, including but changing the underlined items ... and then telling the tale of what you find in the package ...

Any takers ...

rt

updated Sep 25 by TheRiverTalker