Delivery (Branching Point)

Half a bottle of wine deep, you receive a phone call to your room from reception saying they have your parcel and they're willing to bring it to your room, obviously for a tip.

Feeling pretty good now, elated for the first time since leaving your house, you call for another bottle of wine. You're on holiday after all.

A knock on your door and a bellhop wheels in a trolley with a very large, cardboard box taped up with a note stuck to the top with Taylor written clearly in neat handwriting, along with your room number. Along with your 'address' there's also a sealed greetings card taped to the side.

But resting on top is an ice bucket containing a fancy bottle of cava cava!

Thanking the employee and giving them a generous tip, you finish off the remaining bottle and crack open the new one.

After some more time relaxing still, drying off and almost a full glass down the new bottle you're feeling very calm, optimistic even.

You're getting a bit bored watching TV you can't understand and itching to go out and explore you think it's time to search through your new clothes. Opening the box and pulling the garments out, you're mortified at what you find.

Article after article of WOMAN'S clothes! Enough here to fill a store!

Reading through the card, you discover the person you were texting was in fact a woman. Why didn't I think?

In the letter, she mentioned that you probably lost more than just clothes, so she threw in some makeup, perfumes, handbags and even shoes! Anything someone gifted in the art of outfit making would need to put together a never ending change of outfits.

"Shit."