Picking out presents for my mom is crazy hard, but I feel proud of thinking of something good after three days of internet surfing. So, I order said presenent and arrange shipping so it reaches her on her birthday. In fact, the ups truck makes a stop, but no package is found on the front steps or anywhere around the house. My shipping info shows the package as delivered. If the package had been delivered to a neighbor, they would have dropped it off to her, unless, of course, they accidentally dropped it off at Irma's house.
Irma is in her eighties and (we think) has Alzhhiemers. It would be totally conceivable that she would accept the package and forget about it. Dad makes the neighborhood rounds and the package does not show up. I tell mom that I sent her a nice black leather purse and suggest she visit Irma and ask about it--Irma might have received it and thought it was for her.
Mom visits Irma to ask if the package arrived by accident. Distress over the idea of a missing present, Irma comes back to my mom's place three separate times, bringing my mom her old and worn purses. The forth time she comes over, Irma has a bloody nose from trying to crawl into her clothes dryer to look for mom's purse. Yikes. Mom wound up spending part of the afternoon calming Irma down.
Anyway, the present finally showed up. Someone stuffed it into my folks mailbox. Go figure!
ETA: For the next serveral weeks, Irma remembers the purse and makes random, wild eyed visits to my folks.
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