Alrighty. I give complete permission for EVERY SINGLE ONE of you to torture connor endlessly. Connor was my secret santa. I knew it because I recognized the handwriting and backtracked the tracking number on the package. He claimed it was a bunch of igniters.
I knew it couldn't be because the box was shipped via first class mail. Igniters would require some form of HAZMAT. I knew something weird was coming. Some things just didn't seem right. I open up the gift...
and what do I find but 5 bottles of nail polish, a golf ball, and some candy.
Connor is going to pay.
You got me though. Merry Christmas.
And this means you OWE me an AeroPack now. No buts.
(For those wondering... I continually suspected that there was an AeroPack in the box when he claimed there were igniters.)