I came home from work yesterday to find my gas bill shoved into a small colorful box that was resting outside my door. It had a good amount of heft to it, and was unlabeled. Unnerved by strange gifts, I bring it in along with all my various crap, confused as to what it could possibly be.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand…it’s soap. Dish soap to be precise.
I’ve been given soap by my bank and now my gas company. If anyone can explain this practice to me, I’d right appreciate it!
