I bought a package a few weeks ago.
And about two weeks ago I got a notification that my package was delivered.
Except I couldn’t find it anywhere. I searched in and around the mailbox, all over the front porch, the cardboard fort my little (10 year old) brother had built on said front porch, even around the garage.
My brother has a history of messing with my stuff and he’d also brought the mail in, so my parents, who’d gotten involved at this point, and I questioned him repeatedly about whether he’d taken the package.
He insisted he had not. That it hadn’t been there.
I was highly suspicious because, again, my brother has a history, but try to assume the best and trust him. I contacted the seller, who noted it’s a common time of year for package thieves. I started contemplating whether to file a police report.
Tonight, I get home from work. At my place at the table is an opened package labelled with the shop I bought my package from. I stare at my family in deep confusion and rising distress because that package was important to me this is the first time I’ve seen it where is my stuff???
My ASSHOLE of a little brother
Opened my package, went through the items inside, and then threw everything into the bushes to hide the evidence
He’s damn lucky nothing was damaged because I would have insisted he pay for a replacement.
And I’m fucking furious that I gave him the benefit of the doubt (again) and he turned to be a fucking liar (again).
