On Black Friday, I got up earlier than the rest of the Kangs. After breakfast, I turned on my mom’s iMac and switched on Chrome. The page that was open was my dad’s Yahoo mail. I couldn’t help but notice that there was a receipt for a Theragun Mini in his mailbox.
Advertisements for these massagers have long showed up on my Facebook feed. I’ve been suggesting them to my mom for ages, but she always refuses to even look. I took the email receipt as evidence that she finally gave in and bought one for herself. That makes sense, considering how she had seen one in person the day prior at my cousin Paige’s Thanksgiving dinner.
Being sly, I joked about it during morning coffee. Pretending I knew nothing, I opened the meal with: “Hey! Remember Paige’s massage gun? I heard they were on sale today. We should get one!”
That statement was immediately met with a menacing stare from both elders. Turns out, that email was a big concern because it could be proof that my dad’s PayPal account had been compromised. I was immediately asked if I had placed an order for a Therabody. I told them no over and over before they believed me.
Next, we suspected my brother (who bought a LifePro Sonic massager off Amazon that same week), but he claims innocence as well. PayPal has agreed to look into it and Therabody offered a return + refund, but as of now, we still don’t have an answer how that order came to be.
Morale of the story = be careful what you joke about.
