The great cookie mystery.

Background Information:
A few days after we had moved into our CA dreamin' townhouse, I met our postal delivery worker, Barb. She knocked on our door, introduced herself, and handed us several days worth of mail that she had been saving for us until she was sure we were officially moved in. Barb was friendly, I was friendly, and Cam wanted to eat the handful of letters in her postbag.

About two weeks after we moved into our little bungalow in San Diego, I baked chocolate chip cookies for the two other neighbors that are attached to us (in condo type buildings). Both neighbors were friendly, accepted the cookies, and welcomed us to the neighborhood (one neighbor is mildly crazy and thought I had stolen some of her landscaping rocks, but that is another story).

Current Mystery:
Last week Barb ran into me while I was unloading groceries, and thanked me profusely for the plate of chocolate chip cookies I had left in our mail slot. After consuming said cookies, Barb told me she had a moment of panic and wondered if, in fact, the cookies were meant for her since there was no note. Huh. Well, we had not left any cookies in our mail slot for Barb (I would have, but I thought postal workers were not allowed to accept such gifts), but I reassured her that it was totally fine that she enjoyed the cookies.

Barb, of course, felt bad (did I mention that she wears a real pith helmet everyday while delivering mail?), but did tell me that she had no ill effects after eating the cookies, so whoever did leave the cookies meant us no harm. Good to know. I told Barb I would let her know if I had any updates about the anonymous cookie giver, and once again told her not to worry about eating the cookies. After all, it is a federal offense to tamper with mail and mailboxes, and any sane postal worker (hahahahahha...a nice play on words) would draw the conclusion that cookies shoved in the mail slot would be meant for them.

With Barb's guilt assuaged, I am now plagued with the mystery of the anonymous cookie givers. I was thinking it was someone from church, or even one of the neighbors, but there was no note. So now who gave us the cookies? Why was there no note? Maybe one of the neighbors I gave the cookies to was somehow offended and returned the cookies I had delivered (I don't know when Barb actually ate the cookies, and she wasn't sure either, she just said it was "a while back")

We may never know the answer to this riddle, but at least now I can leave little goodies for Barb, clearly labeled.