Oct 18, 2009 23:26
I think that I must have words with the postal clerk. I am continuously getting mail meant for the man in 4A. Perhaps I shall knock, rather than slide his mail under his door, and see if he knows why.
I was stopped today on the street by a young man requesting monetary assistance. I knew his grandmother before she succumbed. My knowledge disturbed him and he left without accepting the funds I offered.
I do not understand the young.
ic,
just not getting it,
these mortals be