Friend or Foe?

On Tuesday night, I met an ex-colleague from Coma HQ, who has since had a dozen of jobs and has been franchise-partner of a gym for over a year now. We met at the gym and then caught up with her husband in the city centre.  There was piece of paper and something crumpled stuck under her windshield wipers. Sighing, she removed it, assuming it was a parking fine. Not so. Somebody had left her a message and some chocolates. The handwritten message next to a drawing of an angel was this:
Translation: "Heavenly present. Wings (if you can't tell). I've already eaten half of it."

Hmmm. Remembering the cautionary tale of a mayor in Lower Austria who ate a poisoned "Mon Cherie" sweet he found on top of his car, she decided not eat them and we both speculated if the message and chocolates had been left by a secret admirer, a disgruntled client or scheming competitor. 

I only ever find lamiated pieces of paper on my car, offering to take it off me.