Do you ever read a title and think, are they talking about me?
Once upon a time our friend moved back to Nova Scotia, and that first year he promised to send us lobsters. I told him if he could send us lobsters for our Xmas eve dinner, that would be awesome.
December 16th or so I get a long-distance call,
Him: Hey, the lobsters are on the way!
Me: Yay! Lobster! When will they get here?
Me: Yay! So, how to we keep them alive until Xmas eve?
Him: I'll send more.
The next day we get the notice from the courier and pick up at least a dozen (maybe sixteen?) lobsters, and had an amazing "it's not Xmas yet, but we got lobster! party".
Dec. 24th we got another box of lobster (and a stern lecture about shipping live animals) from the courier.
I thought afterwards that I was rude in asking about the lobsters, thinking I'd put him on the spot, but he told me it was no problem with sending them on time, he just totally forgot, and when I asked about it, he realized his mistake. The extra were the least he could do.