I hate to shop, so I order most of my clothing online. I am a hard to find size, and I get frustrated to find something I like in a store only to find out that it isn’t available in my size. From the comfort on my home, I can shop for what I like and order it in my size.
A couple of days before my vacation to New Orleans, I received a box in the mail. I was excited, because I had ordered a couple of things to take on my trip. The first thing I pulled out of the box was a black dress. The girls were standing with me watching as I opened the contents of the box. They looked at me curiously. Why had I ordered a black dress to take on vacation? I honestly didn’t remember ordering it. I checked the size. It was my size. I opened up the plastic packaging and held it up. I liked it, but I still couldn’t remember ordering this black dress.
I pulled the next item out of the box. It was another dress! This one was a casual, striped drawstring dress. Once again, it was in my size, but I didn’t remember ordering it. By now, the girls thought I had lost my mind. Emily teased me, “Mom, were you drunk when you placed this order?”
The next item was a jacket, and I didn’t remember ordering this item either. We checked the size on the jacket. It was my size, too!
The final item was another dress. By now, the girls and I were laughing. Pepper the Wondercat was sitting in the empty box, and Boo was jumping around, because his girls were laughing.
I had just gotten home from a long day of work. My mind was fried, or at least not working at full steam. I couldn’t figure out what was going on with these clothes. For a moment I wondered if I had actually placed an order and then forgotten. I wondered if I had the beginnings of some kind of old age memory lapse. But that still didn’t explain things to my satisfaction. While I liked these clothes, short dresses and a funky jacket didn’t seem like something I would have ordered. They were cute items, but not office or professional-wear. I thought I had ordered a pair of jeans and a couple of tops for our upcoming trip.
I looked at the label on the box. There was my name and address!
As I was throwing away the packing, I saw another label at the bottom of the box. This wasn’t my order at all! This order belonged to someone named Ashley from Connecticut. I wasn’t sure what to do. I was tired and decided I could deal with it the next day.
The next day my real order arrived. I was fairly certain that I would never see the things I had actually ordered. Once I realized that my order was safe and sound, I called the company. I gave them Ashley’s order number and told them that it had been sent to the wrong address. Believe it or not, but they told me that a duplicate order had been sent to the real Ashley. I asked them what to do with the items I had received. They told me that it was up to me to decide what to do with them.
At that point, I fully intended to ship them back to the company. When I went to look for the box and the label, I couldn’t find a thing. T, my extremely efficient partner, had washed the clothes and put the box in the recycle bin. It was long gone at that point.
I tried on one of Ashley’s dresses. I was surprised to find that I liked it, and it fit perfectly. I tried on the other dresses and liked them, too. Emily claimed the jacket, and loves it.
Today was the first day that I have worn one of Ashley’s dresses. While I would not have chosen this dress as an item to wear to work, I added a jacket and I liked the results. All day long, I have smiled as I pictured the Ashley in Connecticut and imagined her wearing the same dress today.
I know an Ashley in Connecticut. How creepy would that be if it was actually her order?
That’s funny! You’ll have to ask her if she had some problems with a recent order from Ann Taylor Loft. 🙂