Stood in line at the postal office like a good little communist, got it on its way, walked outside while reading over the the customs thing, making sure I wasn’t going to prison for lying to customs, and walked nose first into a brick column. Bam, just like a sucker punch, with that all too familiar smell of broken blood vessels. Ha ha.
Streaming blood down my shirt, I passed a couple headed in, I looked at them and said, “better have your zip code ready, they aren’t playing around, today.”
The look on their face was worth it.
Package en route…
Soms Beths!