Luigi was looking all spruced up today. The smashed-up bathtubs were gone, and the pallets were stacked in a nice neat pile.
What's going on, Luigi?!! You got yourself a new secret admirer?
I treasure the shortcut through the post office car park when I'm going home from downtown or vice versa. Actually, it's not really a post office, it's the 'Sorting Office.' You can't go in if you're not a postal delivery person or a sorting person or whatever.
The only way in is to stick your hand into the 'First Class' or 'Second Class' slots in the wall out front. I can get pretty much my whole arm into the slot.
There isn't any kind of sign indicating when the mail goes out for the day. A and I discovered that if you ask a post office employee who is standing around in the car park what time the mail goes out, he won't be able to tell you and then will get in a big argument with his fellow employees about what time the mail goes out that day. We dropped our letter in the slot and hoped for the best.
The Sorting Office is a little bit scary. It has broken windows that have been boarded up on the inside, and has giant gates all around the entrance, with signs saying 'Beware of Pedestrians.'
Seriously, I'll take a picture and show you.
But the best part is all the FREE RUBBER BANDS! They are freakin' everywhere all over the place. We always stuff our pockets with pink rubber bands whenever we walk through.
There's always a few sad snapped ones that we leave behind.
I don't have the best long-distance eyesight, so as I'm walking along through the empty parking places, zigzagging through the maze of white lines, and I see a little blob of pink, I think, 'SCORE' and I head toward it, but then it turns out to be a broken one, and it's very sad to realise that it's the same broken rubber band that I've seen lying there for the past two months and always got excited about before noticing that it was snapped. Sad.
I also like tracking the postman, OK, well, just pretending I'm tracking him. Assuming that most people will pick up a perfectly good rubber band when they see one lying in the street (a reasonable assumption?), then I know when I see a scattering of pink rubber bands in front of a block of flats that I'm hot on the trail.
Sometimes I see a pink rubber band in the most unlikely place, and I think, 'AH HAH!'
I can relate to the "Ah Hah!" to rubber bands. I often feel that way when I find screws or nails in the road, only that's more because I feel like a hero that I just saved someone from a blown tire, and in turn, a bad day...
ReplyDeleteI like snapped rubber bands, books with wrinkled covers and pages, and other misfit things. I like to take them home and make them feel loved. The only exception would be scratched CDs; I draw the line at music that skips over and over and gets on my nerves!
ReplyDeleteI used to pick up paperclips whenever I saw them. You should pick up all the snapped bands and arrange them into a design on the pavement... so you won't mistake them any more.
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