Yes

Lauren gazed out of her window, towards the unpleasant view of her Neighbors trashy, overgrown, backyard.

With nothing better to do, Lauren reached out to grab the box. Feeling a tinge of insecurity, she left to tidy up, subconsciously thinking that whatever is in the box knows that Lauren is nearly naked under her robe. Returning, fully clothed, Lauren hesitantly unwrapped the box. Removing the lid of the box, Lauren's heart sank. Inside the box that had nice glittery wrapping paper that was mysteriously given to her by no one, was just a damn business card.

"IN NEED OF GOOD FORTUNE? CALL 555-367-8863." Lauren recited, before ripping the card in half. "Fuck you, asshole."

Lauren scooped up the mess, preparing to throw the box into the trash can, when her doorbell rang followed by a rapid knocking.