Attack of the Beers!

The Good Lady looked up from her squeakers at the sound of the doorbell.

Daddy Bear, can you get that? I am feeding the Little Boom.

She asked, tilting the Little Boom at me as if to prove that she was indeed feeding our son and not some random male intruder that had run in from the street.

Uff, why is it always me?!

Putting down my laptop, I got up from my chair and slouched sulkily to the front door. I heaved it open and moodily swung my head up to challenge the doorbell ringer.

It was a woman, she was wearing a garish grey and yellow outfit and looked like the cruel offspring of an Elephant and a Canary.

The woman looked at me and tipped me a knowing smile.

I think... this might be for you?

She said mysteriously, holding up a flat rectangular box.

I stared at the box. It was black with yellow warning tape that screamed FRAGILE! My eye caught the text along the side.

Lenovo.

My heart skipped a little as if someone had goosed my silk purse with a feather. A laptop?! It was Lenovo. It had to be a laptop!? Yet, I had ordered or purchased no such thing.

What should I do? Fess up to the Canaryphant that it was not really for me? Or, perhaps I should just take it and to hell with the consequences for my soul?

What would Elvis do?

Uh-huh.

I said to the Canaryphant with a crooked lipped smile.

The Canaryphant nodded again in affirmation.

Yes, definitely for you.

She smiled as if we had once made out in a cupboard under some stairs.

I smiled in return and held out my hands for the contraband she was about to deliver unto me.

Amongst the smiles, the large laptop box was passed over.

Thank you.

Hurriedly, I slammed the door closed in case she changed her mind and ran into the house with my booty.

My mind was awhirl. Why had the lady acted so mysterious? Had she known that I had ordered no such delivery? Was she going to tap me up later and demand some of my manful sperms in return for not bodging me into the cops?

I would just have to wait and see.

I pushed the box onto the worktop of the kitchen and gazed at it. Then I noticed the label.

It was addressed to Meesterboom...

Ah.

That's why she gave me a funny look.

Not because I was getting a contraband laptop but because she was delivering a parcel to a man who called himself meesterboom.

Perhaps she was dreaming of what kind of man this would be and the things she would do with my bangstick..

Boomstick...?

Then I remembered. I had been talking to the splendid @verhp11 after my last beer post and he had offered to send me some fine Dutch beers.