Well, maybe not exactly accidental.
True confession: I try to place my order of Serge Lutens' Fumerie Turque last Friday and get a big 'Error' page at the end.
No problem, the Mother's Day 15% off sale lasts through Sunday. I'll try again later.
But Saturday morning, after sleeping on it, I decide to wait on my perfume purchase. In fact, I get all self-righteous about it, announcing to B-man that I will not be placing the order, like he should give me a standing ovation.
I do love applause.
Absolutely full of myself, congratulating my restraint and fantasizing about bitch slapping Inner Critic, I get online to check my e-mail.
Dammit...the order has gone through!
Turns out the Error was an error.
That's just great. Now, I get to slink back into the office and tell B-man that, funny thing, actually, um, he-he, the order went through.
Gee, who'da thought?
B-man looks at me with the twinkle that appears whenever I come clean on a blunder. 'I get exactly what you mean,' he says. 'In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if that new camera I want simply shows up at the door. Accidentally, of course.'
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