Okay, here's a story for you.....
My husband calls me on my cell phone (while I'm driving on the freeway during rush hour traffic) to tell me he just picked up the mail and there was a letter from UCSF. I had him hold the line until I could pull off the freeway in the safe spot. So, he opens the letter and starts reading, "Dear Applicant, You are invited to....
mumble, mumble, mumble......to attend.....mumble, mumble, mumble. At this point I start with the screaming yippees. Then I said, "Are you sure it's from UCSF?" He looks at it again. "Uh-oh, it's from UC Davis." They had already rejected me via e-mail (which I am still seething about). Now I'm confused. "Honey, look at the letterhead again. What department is it from?" Turns out to be an offer to attend their post bacc. Sigh. He meant well.
Several weeks later.............I am still anxiously awaiting a response from UCSF. According to my fellow posters on SDN, a batch of letters, both accepts and rejects, had just gone out, so my tension level was high. I called my husband and asked him to be sure and pick up the mail from the post office that day. I proceeded to go from school to work and didn't hear from him. I assumed, alas, no letter for me.
I get home about midnight. We had no electricity (that is another story) so I walk in the house with my flashlight and there on the kitchen table..........Behold!...........the FAT ENVELOPE from UCSF within my circle of light! I run to the bedroom and wake up my husband. "Honey, Honey, wake up! I got in to UCSF! Why didn't you call me?" He was so afraid to blow it and hurt my feelings he just couldn't call me again.
And, they lived happily ever after.