The Secret of the Missing Car Seat

A few months ago, Mrs. FLG ordered a car seat. UPS said they delivered it, but when Mrs. FLG arrived home it was nowhere to be found. She called the company that she had ordered it from, and opened an investigation with UPS. We placed a note on the apartment mailbox asking for the return of the car seat no questions asked, but never heard anything. We kept a lookout to see if anybody was using the same model, now discontinued, in their cars.

Today, Mrs. FLG calls me.

FLG: Hello.

Mrs. FLG: I just got home, and guess what.

FLG: What?

Mrs. FLG: Some people are moving out and I saw a box by the moving van for the same model car seat we ordered.

FLG: No.

Mrs. FLG: Yes. And, you'll never believe it, it still has the address label with my name and address on it.

FLG: You're shittin' me!

Mrs. FLG: Nope.

FLG: You need to call them on it and get our car seat.

Mrs. FLG: I'm not going alone. What am I gonna say? What if they say it's not mine? Oh wait. There's a police car here. Should I talk to them?

FLG: Damn right you should.

Mrs. FLG: I'll call you right back.

A few minutes go by. The phone rings.

Mrs. FLG: We got our car seat!

FLG: Who was it?

Mrs. FLG: The people I thought it was.

FLG: Did they use it?

Mrs. FLG: Nope. It's still in the plastic. Maybe they were afraid to use it while they lived here.

FLG: Dicks.

Go Mrs. FLG!