@studerc's mysterious parcel

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The story began here…
https://meh.com/forum/topics/so-how-was-your-day

That day was a pretty fucked up day. Looking back, so much of that day…let alone that next week was a blur.

We have moved forward. Affairs for the most part have been put into order allowing the true grieving process to take place. I’m better off than others as my parents and youngest sibling are still in a lull.

I arrived home from school today with a strange parcel sitting on my door step. “Pretty sure I didn’t buy anything” I thought to myself. I checked my meh order history to confirm that my finances haven’t allowed me to make a purchase since early August. A shocking discovery to many I’m sure. I was about to chalk it up as a mistake and arrange a letter to CS explaining the mix up.

Alas…the wife. OMG, Casey?! You got me a laminator…I told you we couldn’t afford that right now. The box…already open on the kitchen counter.

Inside I noticed a familiar red bag…couldn’t be…could it? Yup…the infamous Fukobukuro bag. Inside, a meh sticker, the meh hockey puck ( you have no idea how I secretly loathed the fact I missed such an item, AND a letter.

Inside, wonderful comments and condolences from the Meh Staff. **fucking onions. I was taken back by the sheer magnitude of what I had witnessed. This parcel…wasn’t a mistake…it was for me. (And the wife) You fucking fuckers. An outright random act of kindness from my favorite community.

I shared the news with my parents. Mom started to cry. I shared the comments posted and she couldn’t believe the thoughtfulness and kindness that could be given by such a company.

I do my best, but words can’t describe how much this means to me and to my family.

To the meh staff: Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. You didn’t have to do anything…but you did anyway.

To the meh community: Thank you for your ongoing support and kind words. My family was completely shocked when I shared your thoughts and comments with them.

Truly a magical place. Cherish this place you Mehricans…there really aren’t many of them.

PS. Yes, that is my daughter, Charlotte photo bombing the second picture. She just couldn’t help herself.