Eventually, I decided to have a talk with my dad about the situation. I explained to him what had happened, and he seemed taken aback. He claimed that he had no idea Sue was acting strangely and promised to talk to her about boundaries.

She proceeded to get down on her hands and knees, examining the package from every angle. As she was trying to figure out how to get it unstuck, her hands started to wander...a bit too close to my private areas, if you know what I mean. I was taken aback, to say the least.

But the real kicker came when I received a package in the mail. I had ordered a new book online, and it was supposed to be a surprise for my birthday. However, when I went to open it, I found that it was stuck to the floor. I tried to lift it, but it wouldn't budge. That's when Sue stepped in, offering to "help" me.