My husband and I share an amazon account and the emails about all our purchases come to me. I was surprised to receive a message this morning to let me know that our order of a traditional mate had shipped.
For whom had this mate been ordered? And why? When would he or she arrive?
And how traditional would this mate be? Like a classic conservative mate, a Mike Brady, or a more modern Emily Hartley? Would the mate parent? What would a third person bring to our relationship? Or was this amazon letting me know that my husband was fed up with my nontraditional, bohemian ways?
When I clicked through to check the order details—perhaps someone had hacked our account and was ordering up a storm of “mates” and flatscreen televisions—I learned that we would soon be in receipt of 38 mates and that they were bags of tea.