My Walmart order got delivered to the wrong address. Turns out that other address happened to be a Ghost fan.
So quick little storytime if you care. We placed an order today and we usually don't do this very often but decided we didn't want to go to town so let's do a delivery order! We get the email saying our order has been delivered but literally nothing was on the porch.
BLASPHEMY! HERESEY!
In our small village in Ohio we have an East and a West that's one LONG STREET but the SAME address numbers. So once in a Hunter's Moon we might get our deliveries switched between the houses. My first guess was right after driving down the road it's at the other address and our groceries are on the steps. I decided to knock on the door before people think we were porch pirates or something and out of the corner of my eye I spotted a Grucifix.
"OH look there Ghost fans, they'll understand!" Today I also happened to wear my Skeletá shirt. As soon as I said that the door opens and boom. This man with a luscious gray beard and a Ghost shirt opens the door and just says "Hey." I explained what happened and he goes "Yeah no problem. You paid for it, it's yours."
Well shit. Just like I thought. No questions asked, cool as can be and we went on our way.
What a coincidence that we would have almost the exact same address in the same small village in Ohio and happen to be Ghost fans who proudly represent the Clergy. So thank you random or not so random Ghost fan. Also I feel like he represents the greatest parts of the fandom.
That's it that's my Ghost story.
Also screw you Walmart for funnsies.