gordonzola

We got a delivery at my workplace for Blowfish today. I saw it in the back as I put something out for a UPS pickup. It said, in our receiver's handwriting, "delivered to wrong address". When I saw who it was for, I called over two other pervy co-workers who happened to be walking by.

"Oops, my box knife is accidentally cutting the packing tape," I said.

What would it be? The anticipation was killing us as we all tried to get the first glimpse beyond the styro peanuts. Would it be a case of dildos? A box of condoms and gloves? Bad, big-haired porn? One of those scary butt toys bigger than my leg? Bulk lube?* I lifted the invoice out. . .

The box contained one case of "massage oil". Yep, the lamest possible thing to buy from a sex toy distro with the possible exception of a "tickling" feather.

I sealed the box back up and returned it to the UPS pile.



* To their credit, I believe bulk lube is available at the Olympia Food Co-op. Though I'd hate to have to be the cashier who has to touch the recycled containers.