On Subscription Boxes
By Christopher Munroe
I want a subscription box that, every month, sends me a box
from another, different subscription box service.
The box will arrive, and I won’t know until I open it what I’m
receiving. One month could be beef jerky, the next X-Men merchandise, there’d
be no way of predicting.
The contents, after all, aren’t why I enjoy subscription
boxes. It’s the surprise, the anticipation as I tear open my monthly treat.
And, without any clue what’s in the box, it’d be all the
more surprising.
That said, knowing my luck, my first box would wind up
containing Gwynith Paltrow’s head…
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