Friday, March 04, 2005
I went to check my snail mail today. I was excited to see 4 pieces of mail. FOUR! But sadly I quickly recognized the copy of Prevention magazine that was not mine. Then I saw two other pieces of mail that were not mine. And then the final blow. The fourth piece of mail: NOT MINE.
So the guy innocently coming to get his mail heard this: "Hello. No. NO. NOOO." And then got a frustrated look from me where I really really wanted to tell him the whole story. But then I tried to break the cycle. I don't have to be my mother or my grandmother. So I left him wondering.