Mail received...sort of!
On almost every occasion where a package has been received, here in Italy, there was a telltale sign in the wrapping that someone had looked inside for some sort of 'treasure'. The evidence of tampering was usually a small tear, just large enough for a hand to rummage through.
When we returned from Paris to find this package from my friend, Cindy, on our porch, all pretenses of hiding the "peeking" were gone. The entire side of the envelope was ripped open. Thankfully, safely inside were my People Magazines (I have to stay current on who's newly married/sleeping with someone/having babies or looking the best in the exact same dress).
Missing, however, was a package of Razzles. "First it's a candy, then it's a gum. Little round Razzles are so much fun." Too bad because they are a special memory for Cindy and me. I do miss the United States Postal Service!
When we returned from Paris to find this package from my friend, Cindy, on our porch, all pretenses of hiding the "peeking" were gone. The entire side of the envelope was ripped open. Thankfully, safely inside were my People Magazines (I have to stay current on who's newly married/sleeping with someone/having babies or looking the best in the exact same dress).
Missing, however, was a package of Razzles. "First it's a candy, then it's a gum. Little round Razzles are so much fun." Too bad because they are a special memory for Cindy and me. I do miss the United States Postal Service!
1 comments:
It makes you want to put one of those blue paint bombs that go off and splatter all over whoever is trying to open the package.
Talk about being Razzled...
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