Jul 05, 2005 00:14
Well it's been over a month since I've written, and for that, I'm sorry. Been working crazy hours on some crazy routes, and also got back into an old hobby of mine that's taken away some of my internet time. I'll be on a nice cushy route all this week, and so long as mail is light, and I don't have to pick up slack because people called out sick, I should be able to type up some stories that have been piling up.
But here's a tiny something to get the blue out of those cojones.
Irony: Right next to a Jehovah's Witness Kingdom Hall is a Planned Parenthood. This Planned Parenthood is on what street? Can anyone guess? BEAVER Street! I shit you not.
Just Wrong: If anyone is familiar with the Oriental Trading catalog, you'll know it's page after page of useless cheap crap that no one could possibly need or value. It's where you can order a gross...a FREAKIN GROSS of superballs, noise makers, goofy pens and pencils, party streamers, beach balls, glow in the dark suction cup skeletons, grass skirts, inflatable palm trees, etc. You get the idea. Well there is a special version of the catalog made especially for small businesses, where they can receive discounts on bulk items and other amenities. So yeah.......I delivered on to a funeral home.
A FUNERAL home.
A place of business with dead people and sobbing widows dressed in fashionable black.
WHY!??? Why was Oriental Trading sent to a freakin' funeral home? Were they planning on having a luau week? Dress the corpse in a grass skirt, replace the lilies with inflatable palm trees, great the mourners with leis??
The things I come across delivering mail just baffle me sometimes.