So I was just about to unlock my PO box because I was expecting an order. Next thing I hear, a postie in a white van yelled out my po box number, I turned around and he said "we know" and drove off. I was standing there in shock for a dozen seconds debating whether or not to pick up the pack that I came for. I finally decided to pick it up was so paranoid walking home, glancing at every car and freaking out when someone walked by. Now I'm at home and don't know what to fucking do.
And then you came here and posted about it. Just like we planned. It's all falling into place so nicely. (said Peter, out loud, into the world wide internet).