At Ajax Restaurant on the Square in Oxford, you can always count on getting a bonus French fry, or on good days a fried shrimp, with any order of fried okra or fried pickles. There's that 20-pound bag of overpriced cat food that you got for free because both you and the surly clerk at Wal-Mart forgot it was at the bottom of your grocery cart.
But these bonuses, whether expected or not, are at least normal, explainable. Such bonuses do not bring into question the laws of physics or the packaging habits of national corporations.
Well, the universe, knowing that my household expends a great many of these on a weekly basis, just gave me two batteries. But how did it deliver such a simple and useful gift? They rolled right out of a cracker box. Not a cracker jack box, just a regular Keebler Club reduced-fat cracker box.
When I dumped the box on my desk to remove the last ream, out rolled two Eckerd batteries. I don't think I've shopped at an Eckerd's drug store in at least eight years. Do they still exist?
Admittedly, we've had this box for a while. We may not have even bought it ourselves. Any number of people may have left it at our house.
But, should we choose the least mysterious explanation and assume that the Keebler Club cracker box did not come from the factory with two Eckerd batteries inside, why would anyone in my house have placed, with intention or without, two batteries in a previously opened cracker box on my kitchen shelf?