Sunday, 29 June 2008
Flaky friends in paradise
The courier company that handles my mail is acting up again. Just like over Christmas, the mail has backed up and I haven't reveived a single piece for the month of June although the statement shows at least five pieces of mail on the account. My advance cheque for Café au Lait is in there somewhere, I believe. So are my mother's gardening magazines and probably a couple of catalogues, as well as a refund cheque from a company that discounted some items I bought from them. And here's the intriguing bit: there's a mystery package somewhere in there that weighs more than 2 pounds.
I suspect the mystery package is from a buddy who oh-so-nonchalantly asked for my mailing address recently. If I'm correct then he's right now wondering what kind of flaky friend I am who doesn't even acknowledge mystery packages. Friend, I'll get it, along with the rest. I have faith oozing from my pores. No, seriously. I will get it. There's a new, sweet, pretty young guy helping with deliveries on my route (the regular guy is on some kind of leave) and he's going out of his way to solve the mystery of my errant mail. He told me that he counted eight big bags of mail sitting in the office... waiting for Allah to intervene.
To all the people who have romantic notions about life in my lovely corner of the world, all who think said life is a beach out here, I have just three words: Welcome to paradise.