How do you like THEM apples??

Last Sunday-the day after Stephen's Birthday- as we were having breakfast and pouring over the newspaper, we were startled by an urgent knocking on our front door. We looked inquisitively at each other. No one knows where we live...?

I opened the door to find a little man holding a big box. He began jabbering in Japanese and waiving some papers at me. (As he was quite a bit shorter than I, he had to raise his arm to do so...all the while holding this huge box...really quite a sight!) The papers were official mail documents that-among a mess of things- showed an address and a name. He could not comprehend that I had no idea what I was looking at...just kept standing there jabbering away with the papers and the box... I finally just nodded and said hai.

Opening the box...to our utmost astonishment...APPLES! They smelled delightful! It was strange though...there was no note. We assumed someone had sent them for Stephen's birthday.

We were so excited, we took a picture of them before slicing up one of the apples to share. We examined each of the apples. Which one did we want to eat first? But...before we had made our selection, the furtive pounding on the door resumed. The little man didn't wait for me to open it this time. Jumping up and down, jabbering away again... I assumed this was concerning the box he had just delivered. I opened the door a bit and pointed to it. He excitedly nodded (jabbered on a bit more) and then, stepped right into our flat, picked up the box, peaked under the lid and then...ran back out the way he had come in...with The Box.

Wrong address.