Mr Postman

A letter telling me exactly where I'm going to eat cheese, make a fool of myself, get lost all the time, and not know how to talk to doctors for the next year is on its way across the ocean.

And since it's going to my family's address instead of mine, they get a phone call every couple of hours asking could someone please go check the mailbox again. Even if the mail already came, maybe the postal service has a new policy where they deliver mail twice a day. Maybe the mail carrier forgot to put it in the mailbox, but the wind delivered it to our house by magic. Who knows how it got there, but just check.



I should probably go call them right now.