On Sunday I was rocking out in my kitchen listening to 'the artist formerly known as' and cooking up some food. I heard a noise at the front door. I went to the door and opened it. No one was there. On the stoop, however, was a little decorated cup with a ribbon handle. Inside the cup was candy that I like but never buy because I like them so much I can't resist; snicker bars, peanut butter cups, and starburst. I went to open the door when I thought, wait now, what is the protocol here? Is this a May basket? Isn't there some kissing involved? Do I want to kiss anybody right now? Does the person who delivered this basket want to be discovered? What is a person supposed to do? MAYDAY! MAYDAY! There are so many decisions to make here. I had to go back to the stove and take care of my cooking. Eventually I went out side to collect my May basket. I don't know who gave it to me. Not knowing is part of the charm. Maybe next year I should make a few May baskets and keep this old-fashioned tradition going.
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