When I came home, right at 5, the mail carrier was outside his truck, doing something to our mailbox. I paid him no mind. (I realized just now that I am only assuming the mail carrier is a man. I have no idea. I did not actually see the shape of the mail carrier because it was dark and I was coming up over the scary rise that is the entrance to my street. In fact, I have never actually seen our mail carrier.)
After a Friday evening out, I came home late and found out why the mail carrier was out of the truck: he had to wedge a little box into our mailbox.
The little box was addressed to me! I was excited, because I was not expecting anything in the way of a package.
Inside was a card from my friend D., in New York, and two boxes of Maggi Cubes.
D., you are awesome.
And the Maggi Cubes were held in place by pages of the New York Times. Especially now that the Times costs money to read online, money that I cannot seem to get around to paying, even though I theoretically am not opposed to the idea that news costs money, I more or less just stopped reading it.
Don't think I am above flattening out those pages and reading them.
After a Friday evening out, I came home late and found out why the mail carrier was out of the truck: he had to wedge a little box into our mailbox.
The little box was addressed to me! I was excited, because I was not expecting anything in the way of a package.
Inside was a card from my friend D., in New York, and two boxes of Maggi Cubes.
D., you are awesome.
And the Maggi Cubes were held in place by pages of the New York Times. Especially now that the Times costs money to read online, money that I cannot seem to get around to paying, even though I theoretically am not opposed to the idea that news costs money, I more or less just stopped reading it.
Don't think I am above flattening out those pages and reading them.
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