Well, we did receive our filtration masks via the post, but this is our first personal package. When Billy (our principle) handed me the package he said with a wry smile "I think it is your birthday present." Perhaps it was the "Happy Birthday!" written on the duct taped side (these folks have clearly shipped internationally before) that tipped him off.
When I handled the package, there was an ominous sound. You know the type, somewhere between a rustle and a clatter, that indicates that something is broken into pieces on the inside. If you know me, and I think most of you do, you know that I do not shake packages. Abhorrent behavior! I am the Christmas gestapo, really. Well, I suppose the Gestapo were the Christmas gestapo, but I digress.
What I mean to say is that the package made this sound when it was handled in even the most gentle of ways. My initial thoughts: "OH GOD EVERYTHING IS BROKEN AND BEN AND AMY WILL BE SAD!" Spoiler alert, everything was fine.
I had been reading about the horrors of the Chinese postal system. But, from what I understand, it's getting things out that is the problem, not in. Knock on wood, cross your fingers and throw some salt over your shoulder.
Onward to the goods!