Strange days are here....
It's been a quiet weekend, after a hard and weird week. Thursday was probably the strangest day I've had while working for the going postal service. It started out shitty with loads of mail and a long route. Then, already into overtime, a lanky hippy looking fellow comes out of a house, gets his mail and then says that I look hot. Hot in the sexy/good looking way, not'in to do with the weather. He then tells me that he actually thought there were laws against hot looking mailmen, 'cause he's never seen one before. As as hastily retreat I explain him that we run a sort of rotation system so everybody gets the pleasure of the few good looking mailmen! 20 minutes later an obviously intoxicated guy gets really agitated, and tells me to wait while he runs upstairs to his apartment. He returns with a coke, which he gives to me, 'cause he thinks I look hot.... in the temperature sense! A half hour later an elderly woman emerges from her door right after I popped her
Information through the mail slot. Apparently she had just baked a serious batch of chocolate chip cookies, and thought the hot/warm mailman deserved some, a nice thought indeed!
And it seems like I'm going to London not only on September 11th, but also on October 21th. My parents celebrate their silver wedding this year, and instead of throwing a big party they have decided take my little brother and I to London for a couple of days. Only problem is that my dad has already ordered football tickets.... Tottemham-Bolton! It would take the entire Man United team among the crowd to squeeze more footballers I hate into
3 Point Lane that afternoon!
And there's a
new Ed Harcourt album just around the corner. I look really forward to that!
