The Wrong Package

Walking down the hallway of my apartment, I noticed three brown boxes on the floor in front of my door.
“That was fast!” I said aloud, talking to myself.
My Amazon order was just placed yesterday. The bastards were getting fast. Thank god for Amazon Prime, or I would have had to wait a while to replace my computer parts. I opened the door and without looking, I brought all three packages in. Setting them on the table I wasted no time in opening them.

Box one had the memory card upgrade I so desperately needed. Box two has my new keyboard, it is supposed to make online gaming even easier. The final and third box was not mine, but I didn’t realize it. It actually belonged to my next-door neighbor Sara, but in my excitement, I opened it without checking the address.
Inside and discreetly packaged under some bubble wrap are three glass objects of various sizes. I pick them up examining them closely, unsure exactly what they are. I grab the box, look at the label and see Sara’s name and address on them.
“Oh, shit!” talking to myself. “I know what these are!” I smiled a large smile.