The postman rings pretty many times.

Two days ago I found a notice from the postman in my mailbox. He had tried to deliver a package while I was out. The form gave me many options: specify a date and time for them to redeliver; have the package delivered to a different address (residence or business); or pick up the package at the main post office. It even provided a map.

I lost the slip in the rubble on my desk and didn’t fill it out right away. My bad. Yesterday, there were two slips in the box. Postman-san tried to deliver at 13:14 and again at 14:20. One slip was marked Ma-ku-ri-n, an approximation of our name in Japanese, but the other was marked Matsuo, the people who lived here before. I was stumped. Do we have one package, or two? Maybe we have three!

This morning, Tod grabbed the newspaper from the mailbox and discovered that a package had been stuffed inside sometime last night. The postman must have been tired of carrying is around.

We tucked the redelivery slips in the box for the postman anyway. If we have three packages, I guess he’ll bring us two more. If we have only one, I hope he will ignore them. Or maybe he’ll go out and find us two.

(P.S. Thanks for the candy, Jenn.) Posted by kuri at November 30, 2000 06:56 AM