Last week I told you a package for the Mister had arrived from the House of Bijan, and that no one was home to open it!
Ester and I have waited quite impatiently for almost a week to find out what's inside! And finally our employers returned this morning, around ten-thirty.
Right next to the elevator there's a long narrow side table where things are placed that need to go upstairs, including the daily mail and packages.
In fact, it's my job to separate the mail each day into His and Her piles, further organized by their personal letters, cards and invitations on top, business mail underneath that, and overnight letters from Fed Ex and UPS underneath that. Next to these two stacks, magazines are separated into those the Mister has subscribed to, and those the Missus wants to receive. Department store magazines and other junk mail are next to that. And at the end of the table is where we place packages.
When they arrived this morning they left the luggage up to us, picked up their respective piles of His and Her mail and went straight upstairs to their separate offices.
Ester and I looked at each other with fallen faces! (I actually thought she might have a momentary psychotic break!) Apparently packages were the last thing on their minds at the moment.
At one o'clock they came down for lunch. I was out running errands, but Ester sent a text that said the Mister had taken the package upstairs right after lunch.
She is, after all, the Upstairs Maid and as soon as appropriate she scooted upstairs to snoop around. By the time I got home she was full of news!
It seems the package was a gift from the Mister's sister -- which was somewhat of a disappointment since we had hoped the old cheapskate had actually been shopping there himself.
And while we had been hoping to see some exquisite accessories, it turned out to be just a shirt and tie.
But having said that, Bijan's shirts are limited editions, of course, and can cost anywhere from $350 on up! And the tie, also a limited edition, is signed and numbered. Only God knows the cost of that.
So the big mystery's over. And while we may have been disappointed, at least now we can say there are Bijan labels in the Mister's closet. (And no one needs to know it's just two!)
Thanks for stopping by, and for following along. (Hope you're not as disappointed as we are.)