Yesterday, I got a huge and unexpected package from Williams-Sonoma. Exciting, right? Even better- it was several pieces of lustworthy Goldtouch heavy-duty nonstick bakeware. Now, who loves me enough to send such quality tools for cooking? When I fished the invoice out to see from whence it came, I realized that it was not for me. "Mazel Tov, Naomi and Adam…" it read. Oh, no. I'd better not let Bob see that! Wait. I don't know anyone named Adam. Hmmph.
Obviously, someone had logged onto the Williams-Sonoma gift registry and just typed Naomi Shapiro, not bothering to check the shipping destination or betrothed. (Yes, I did make a registry for our wedding anniversary last year. It was a feeble attempt to win some of the fancy cooking tchotkes I love. We didn't register when we actually got married, so I figured it couldn't hurt to do it now…in fact, I just updated it so anyone who wants to know what kind of opulent present to buy me has somewhere to start shopping.) I contemplated the ethical dilemma. Should I just keep the super fancy bakeware that I know I would love as my own? Chances are the giver would never even realize the mistake and just assume the mystery Naomi Shapiro was bad at writing thank you cards… but of course that would be wrong. So I called customer service and they said they would order a UPS pickup. Just like that. I was kind of hoping they'd offer me a consolation prize, like maybe the Goldtouch Sandwich Cookie Cake Pans, which are about the cutest thing I've seen in a while:
Disclosure: I received nothing in exchange for this post, aside from the warm fuzzies associated with doing the right thing. Although if Williams-Sonoma wanted to send me stuff, I'd probably love it. Especially if it was actually meant for me.