I received a care package from my dad. You know, a box full of groceries that he accidentally bought and my parents don't want in the house anymore and needed to get rid of so they would have room for real groceries that they will actually eat. Among the usual peanut butter jars and tuna cans, my dad sent bananas.
Uh bro, you didn't even write fragile on the box.
Needless to say I opened a box with smashed bananas all over everything in the box. It was a banana massacre. Sticky, smelly, and yellow.
He had no idea this would happen. All I could think of was that chocolate milk commercial that used to be on where he ships chocolate milk to himself so that the mail service will shake it up the perfect amount.
Oh Dad, when will you learn that you can't send soft fruit in the mail?
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