| Can I please have the ham? |
| Just keep it |
| This sounds like a good plot for a fun movie. Although it would probably play out as two single people who end up following in love because of this ham. |
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| If you deliver the ham to neighbor then you get to feel a little smug about how nice you are and how lazy they are when you see them. If you eat the ham, you will feel mildly guilty every time you see them. I would take the long term satisfaction of smugness over the short term smokey sweet ham. |
The address. |
This. Call the company. They will tell you to keep the ham. Then you donate to DC Central Kitchen. |
Ham for the Holidays: A Honey Baked Love Story I'd totally watch that movie. |
| That ham would now be my ham. Enough is enough. |
| You did the right thing AGAIN, so kudos, but I say finders keepers at this point. |
Who looks at the address for an expected box. They probably have no idea. |
She was a high powered PR agent living in NYC and engaged to Dickish Von Rich, an investment banker from a well known family. One morning, a ham showed up at their door. "Woah!" She exclaimed. "This was supposed to go to Rustbeltville, Kasasota!" Dishish told her they should just eat it. She decided it would be a fun roadtrip for them and she didn't want to think that someone's Christmas was ruined. Dishish went along at first but then broke up with her right before the trip because he thought it was such a dumb idea. One tearful montage drive later she arrives. Fish out of water antics, like having to carry her own bags!? She found the home of the ham and...it was a Christmas tree farm. An elderly man greeted her and demanded that she join them for dinner. His grandson, Flannely Sixpacker is at the dinner as well. Can Flannely show her the true meaning of Christmas...and love? |
+1 Although OP says he left a note last year. Still... I think OP should just call Honey Baked Ham and tell them the ham was delivered to the right address but the wrong recipient. Let Honey Baked Ham figure it all out with their client. |
If KFC can do it, why can’t we? |
+1. I never look at the address. Just see my name. |