youwouldntbelieveit

Ladies and gentlemens! I'm thinking about moving out - into a post office! You're maybe wondering what cocktail I had for dinner, but no, I'm not drunken at all. After sending packages after packages and getting recognized by the postal clerk I thought about moving in there. I wasn't even in the office and she was waving through the window. "To Sweden again?". Well yes. "Dont you have any friends here?". Did she really say that? There was a thought crossing my mind for a second to just fling myself down on the ground, starting laughing or crying and admitting that she was right and then asking her if she wants to be my friend and visit a stamp exhibition with me. Would have been funny to see her reaction. Well, maybe next week when I'm sending the last parcel to Sweden!