Barb went to Costco for the second day in a row. She bought a $5 bathing suit, a $5 container of chicken legs, and a $5 bag of Romaine lettuce. The man at the exit looked at her bill and said he had never seen anyone ever leave Costco with less than $20 of stuff.
Our neighbour came around to the back patio to give me a package that had been delivered to our front door, not our side door. We never use the front door and would never have seen the package. He had noticed it when he was leaving on his golf cart. I asked Barb if she had received an email saying that it had been delivered, and she said she had, but since it wasn’t at the side door, she thought it must have been delivered to the mailbox. I said, didn’t they send a picture of the package in the email? Barb said she didn’t open the email. When she did, she saw the package at our front door. Barb messaged our neighbour to thank him. She said that there is never anything delivered to our front door. But somehow the spell checker wrote that we never get any “weed” delivered to the front door.
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