When my dad died in 1997 - friends kept bringing over food- all sorts of stuff that did not need refrigeration. Also fresh food that needed to be refrigerated. I brought the canned goods to the food bank. The prepared food I brought to a shelter. the cakes and pies I brought to a funeral home where there were 2 funerals being done. I did not know anyone at the funeral homes, but everyone was distraught and I guess thought they knew me and were glad to get the food. I'm sure who ever dropped it off meant well.......
I say just put a list of the groceries you do want outside and tell them to bring it by every Tuesday. Don't forget to thank them!
Looks like one of your neighbors saw you riding around on your old Zorlac skateboard out in the street – wearing a calculator wristwatch and figured you needed a little help.
I would either donate it to a shelter or just give it out to some homeless people that need it. However i think the shelter is a better idea. Good to know that people out there actually would be willing to do stuff like that for others.
my in laws who live in clear lake tell me that there is a group going around recruiting people for their cult by leaving care packages on their front doors then befrieinding them and creating a super punk nirvana that is a combination of peppermint park and good time charlies... Its all the rage
It reminds me of a story that happened to me on my wedding day. My wife and I got married in one of those road side chapels in Vegas. While waiting in the front of chapel for everything to begin, a woman came to the door and handed one of the chapel owners something. They came up and gave it to me. It was an envelope. I didn't have any idea what was in it and didn't have time to read it. Later I opened it up and found this note with a $20 bill: To the wedding couple, I was married in this chapel 50 years ago tonight. We had a long and happy marriage and I hope you will too. Best wishes, From a stranger How nice was that? We kept the note and put in in a little frame.
My personal opinion is that someone is living in your attic and placed drugged food on your doorstep so when you eat it and subsequently pass out they can have their way with you and do naughty things to your person. My advice is to just go with it and pretend the person in your attic is Lindsay Lohan.
If it's all non-perishable, you should hold on to it and call one of the local news outlets and see if they'll do a story. If I were in your shoes, I'd have to know who dropped this off. I'm sure it was a mistake, but I'd be freaking curious about who it was really meant for and how it ended up on your porch.
