I got home tonight and there was a UPS call tag on my mailbox which means there was a package left for me at the apartment complex office. [singlepic id=91 w=320 h=240 float=right]So I headed over there and saw a giant box waiting for me. I opened it up right there in the office because it was too big to take back to my apartment by myself. And lo and behind, inside was a new TV.
At first I assumed it was a mistake. Wrong apartment. I get #337’s mail all the time (I’m #377). But then I noticed that the box was addressed to me by name.
Gunther helped me get the TV back to my apartment. I stared at it for like ten minutes trying to figure out if this was some early birthday present from my parents or something. Then I finally decided to check the packing slip. Yes, it was addressed to me, as the shipping address. But the billing name and address was Scott’s.
The motherfucker bought me a new TV. I don’t know why this wasn’t the obvious go-to explanation in my head. After all, he did break my old TV. But I guess I just forgot all about it. I haven’t spoken to him since he moved out and I just assumed I’d never hear from him again.
So Scott did the right thing. I’m going to call him to thank him. Maybe we can go out and grab a beer or something.