The day started with a long time friend from high school visiting my house, he owed me payment for a simple transaction we agreed upon a long ago. The payment would be made in green, nothing but the finest. The day was young, an early summer day in New York, but the temperature was rising well into the triple digits as we neared the late afternoon. Sitting in my room AC blasting from the finest window unit money could buy. Our central AC didn't work, but that's an other story for another time.

We sat down and went into trying a new strain of some deliciousness. The name escapes me now, but it was worth it was worth its weight in gold. We downed our first bowl and became entwined in a conversation about having a 'sweet tooth' and travels in Amsterdam.

As time seemed to stretch on forever, in reality only a few precious minutes might have pasted(thank you internet search history for cataloging my browsing habits, and reminding me about Barneys), the doorbell rings. This was a noise that froze us both for that split-second. The moment when you're hitting a really nice high, talking passionately, entwined in whatever wonders amused us at the time, this feeling, broken up by a single ding-dong.

I casually walkover to the door and see the mailman heading down the sidewalk away from my house. Opening the door I let out a loud, 'Thanks! Have a Nice Day!', with a raised hand and a head nod, a dance the mailman and I have played out more times than I care to remember, I grab the boxes and head inside.

Two boxes, curious. I don't remember ordering even one. Then again, short term memories are always failing us. Opening the smaller of the two, I'm surprised by bananaboat sunscreen. An order I placed 3 weeks ago on Amazon, but they we're out of stock, out of stock no more it looks like! For a little more than 3 dollars shipped to me, it was a steal. Something my Nordic skin needed in this season.

Now the second box, that's what piqued my interest. It had my name on it, it came from Amazon, but I honestly can say, 99% of the time, I know what I'm getting(everything is second-day air'd to me form Amazon, so it's hard to forgot that soon).

I rip open the starch-based, reinforced with string, gummed, packing tape. No easy feat by hand, but my determination was adamant. I eagerly wondered what awaited for me inside this box, surely something I ordered long ago that finally slipped by the Amazon computing workforce.

To my delight, it was still a complete surprise, catching me off guard. Sitting here, supremely enjoying the new Sativa that came my way, I find a book "The Official High Times Pot Smoker's Handbook", exclaiming, 420 things to do when you're stoned. My friend and I look at each other, and both let out a huge laugh, him thinking I ordered this for our day of chilling, me still piecing together where the fuck it came from. Under the book, a yellow box with the nicest pocket leatherman a man could ask for. When I say something deserves 5 stars for a review, I would say this leatherman micra does. Looking at Amazons website, it seems that another 99 people agree with me too. This little guy does everything I need it to do, and it fits on the end of my keychain, something I'll surely have for a long long time.

I explain the story about Arbitrary day, about Reddit and the gift exchanges. His response was laconic but along the lines of how amazing us humans and society can be at times.

As for the rest of the day, many more people came over, drinks were drank, sports were played, plenty of food was munched on. Later on we went outside into my ECWS North Face tent (the temperature was still high, but the white arctic fly on the tent kept the temperatures down, reflecting all that heat). We head into the the tent with more people, flash lights and a dutch. The tent still outside in its preparatory stage before we head off to rafting and camping next weekend, surely a place where the book and leatherman will follow.