In early December, my parents sent me a care package -- full of delicious Wisconsin cheese. This is a thing I most certainly cannot get here -- we're mostly relegated to Kraft Singles and suchlike. The package has yet to arrive.
So here is my dillema: should I hope that this package full of the one thing I'd hoped for as a Christmas present but still hasn't gotten here was intercepted and eaten, thus giving me hope that at least someone enjoyed it? Or should I hope that it is buried in a corner of the office of whatever crummy post office bureaucrat hasn't bothered delivering it, stinking to high hell, thus giving me the sweet feeling of revenge? Discuss, bearing in mind that I remain cheese-less.