So happy I could cry...

I had a slip of paper shoved in my mail box today. It read something along the lines of: We regret to inform you that a mail delivery has been missed. Exact time 12.03 pm. I looked at my watch. 12.06... Damn it!

I knew what it was. My internet papers that I had been waiting for all week. I had missed it by three bloody minutes. I knew when I sat in that sauna filled with rubbery, naked old people that nothing good would come out of being in there!

So it said I could pick the delievery up at the main post office after the postman had finished his rounds. I had no idea what time that was. But then I heard it. The lawnmower sound of a Japanese Postman coming up the street. I was tempted to jump in front of him and pry that letter out of his cold clammy Postman hands, but I thought better of it. I smelt, I was sweaty and I needed shower.

So after a 30 second shower, and having run out the door with a Vegemite sandwich in my hand I jumped on top of Sasha and we were off. Down the street, around the corner, over the train line.... Shit! I dropped my sandwich. No time for regrets!

As fast as I could I rode to that post office. I was going to have my internet today. I jumped off Sasha and hit the ground running, nearly falling arse over in front of a convention of Japanese business men exiting the hotel across the road.

In too the post office, I pulled out my notification, showed it too the old post master who growled and wondered over to the other side of his dungeon like some kind of gollumn. "Hurry up," I thought, thinking he had probably sustained that limp in some kind of war, "I want my internet!"

He hobbled back over to me and I took from him that sacred letter. Like the wind I flew back to my apartment on my valiant steed Sasha. Up the stairs Through the door. To the computer. I open the letter, and there it is. My internet information. My name is spelt wrong in at least three different places, but who cares!

Finally, the internet is mine!