Bad Surprise

Russ brought the mail in tonight. He gave me most of it and he took a hand written envelope. He stood over me as he opened it and tons of tiny glitter circles fell out of the card that he pulled from the envelope.

“Stop,” I cried. “Don’t open it any further and out it back in the envelope without tilting it.”

It was mainly too late. Glitter covered the rug.

It was a thank you note from a college graduate we had sent a gift too. At this point in her life she should know you don’t mail anyone glitter. It is tantamount to mailing anthrax.

Please consider this a public service announcement and instruct everyone in your household not to mail glitter. I know that graduation is a time for celebration, but we celebrated you by sending a gift. Don’t assault us for doing it.

This glitter pretty much guarantees I will not be sending another gift too this person ever again. I can’t take the chance that glitter herpes will be sent to my house again.