Those of ya’ll that know me …
In real life,
Are well aware that despite my moderately outgoing nature,
Whatever !!! 🙂
I’m a big bottle of krazy insecurity when it comes to my passability.
I assume that every time I katch someone looking at me,
Or when I meet pretty much anyone for the first time,
I get Function called.
It’s probably not entirely healthy that such is my baseline belief,
As I’ll admit,
It does mess me up on occasion.
I do have a fairly decent handle on it,
So it’s not as unhealthy a confidence deficiency as one might suspect it to be.
My severe p2 does kreate some sweet,
Today I was at my post office,
Which has the rocking-ist kewl post office staff.
They are my favorite !
I just always assumed they knew my Function,
At least two of them with whom I normally gab.
Joe went to the same post office regularly before,
And I have a post office box there where to this day Joe continues to get mail,
But it’s the same post office box where I have my mail forwarded since I moved a few years back,
As well as a drop point for a few of my friends’ local mail deliveries.
It is accurate to say,
Mail to several different people gets delivered to that box.
I just always figured,
That everyone there knew that mail sent to Joe …
Was mail sent to me.
That is …
For today there was one of those yellow cards in my post office box saying I had a delivery to pick up at the counter.
So I meandered my way to the counter,
Shouting hola’s to my post office peeps.
We gabbed about the weekend,
And then one went in the back to get my delivery.
Turns out it wasn’t a delivery for me,
But one for Joe.
It was from a charitable organization to which he contributed,
And it didn’t appear to be anything special,
Other than it was too large of an envelope to fit into the smallest post office box one could purchase,
Which is what I have purchased.
It was a little thicker than I would have thought it to be if it was just an annual report,
So as I gabbed there at the counter with one of the post office rockers,
I started to open it,
To see what it was,
Maybe it was a calendar !!!
And that’s the moment I got a pleasant Monday morning surprise.
“You’re not going to open his mail, are you?”
I was queried.
I intelligently proffered in order to buy some time for composing a response,
While the dj in my head spun Pachelbel’s Canon in D …
History’s greatest one hit wonder …
To give my brain some classical encouragement while crafting an answer.
Getting close …
“I’m definitely not going to …
At least in front of you,”
I delivered accompanied with the “Snarky Eyes Moving Side to Side” move.
“Good, because that you’re not supposed to do.”
I generated the intended laugh, change topic response …
And a new topic of conversation was gravitated towards.
But when I eventually turned to leave,
I did thank them for making my day,
I’m not sure if they have any idea why.
Epilogue: When I got back to my office, I opened up Joe’s mail. And sadly, it turned out to be just an annual report. I was disappointed. I really did want a calendar.