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Yesterday morning, as Sara was heading out to campus, she found a bountiful collection of bagels assembled at the foot of our front door.  Since she was in a hurry, she yelled “We’ve got something like 50 bagels at the front door.  I don’t have time to deal with them.  Can you do something with them?”

After she left, I went to the living room and saw she had brought in a large bag of bagels, and promptly moved it into the kitchen so that Kody would not have easy access to it.  It was only after returning from Kody’s morning walk, that I saw what Sara had seen earlier: an array of four bags stuffed with a wide variety of bagels and several containers of cream cheese.   Adding to the mystery, there was no note, no invoice, and each of the bags had the word “Omega” written on them in Sharpie.

Perhaps indicative of our upbringing, Sara and I were both too paranoid to try the bagels.  When Sara returned around lunch time, we found one of the cream cheese containers had a label that read “Big Daddy Bagels”.

At this point we had to know what was going on, so Sara tried phoning the number on label, only to get repeated busy signals.  I eventually got through, and found that Sara was getting a busy number because the number printed on the label was (303) 555-0193.  As anyone who has paid attention to phone numbers in TV shows and movies knows, 555 is a phony prefix.  The Internet knows better, and found the number is actually (303) 554-0193.

Upon finding the number, I dialed and was received by a clerk for whom English was not her first language.  The transaction went as follows:

Clerk: Big Daddy Bagels
Me: Someone delivered several bagels to my door that aren’t mine.
Clerk: Where do you want your bagels delivered?
Me: No, no, I have like 50 bagels that aren’t mine.
Clerk: You want 50 bagels delivered where?
Me: No, someone accidentally delivered 50 bagels to my door, and I want to know if you need me to bring these back.
Clerk: Let me check with someone else, I’ll call you back in 5 minutes.

When she called she explained it was delivered to someone else and that we could keep the bagels.  Seeing as there was no way we could finish these ourselves, we limited ourselves to trying one each, and then brought the remainder to the Boulder Homeless Shelter.  At least Big Daddy didn’t leave us with bags of muffin stumps.  I don’t know what I’d do with them.