Since I've been writing letters, I don't use receivers name or my name in the return address. It's just another element of fun to add to the process. But I knew this would come back to haunt me one day...Last night we were hanging out in the computer room. There was a knock at the door. I went to answer it.
It was our building manager. (He is the nicest guy, he knows everyone in the building.)
He didn't say hi, but instead was rifling through a pile of envelopes in his hand.
"Yeeaaahhhh......I have a letter here for a Dancing, Dancing Machine....?" he says as he's trying desperately to hold back laughter.
"It's from Moonwalker. There is another one from Cran-brooked? This one is for uuhhh....Needlepointer?"
Oh God.
There were four of them, he was totally laughing at them, and at me of course. When I told him that if he ever found mail like this again, it was likely mine. You know what he said?
"Yeah, I thought so."
4 comments:
That sounds about right..
A whole apartment building, and when weird mail arrives they assume it's for you.
Haha I still can't believe that happened! I like that my letter was on top! And I CAN do the moonwalk.
Oh my god i just got two letters in the mail from you AND they tell me which order to read them in....hehe....you're so awesome.
I look away for a day and a half, and more posts! Awh, it's cute. You're a blogging machine. :) I've got more letters coming, don't warn the building manager. Let's surprise him.
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