So I got a tag to pick up my packages at the drug store. Everyday after five you have this mad dash through the store hoping to beat the ten other guys with pick up tags.
The store has been renovated, so unless you're a post office regular like me, you don't know the PO has moved to the other side.
I see a guy ahead of me going to the wrong side of the store with his tag and I glide over to first place. I'm signing out my parcels and two minutes later he is just breathing down my neck while I do this.
He reeks. Like Peeeyooooooooo! "take a shower and burn your clothes" kinda stink. As I leave I give him an irritated look. I can't get that smell out of my head, I can taste it.
I get home and open my parcel, yeah, it wasn't him that stunk but the incredibly "Basementy" toy that dwelled inside. This thing seems to have come from cat pee heaven, I think I owe him an apology.
The store has been renovated, so unless you're a post office regular like me, you don't know the PO has moved to the other side.
I see a guy ahead of me going to the wrong side of the store with his tag and I glide over to first place. I'm signing out my parcels and two minutes later he is just breathing down my neck while I do this.
He reeks. Like Peeeyooooooooo! "take a shower and burn your clothes" kinda stink. As I leave I give him an irritated look. I can't get that smell out of my head, I can taste it.
I get home and open my parcel, yeah, it wasn't him that stunk but the incredibly "Basementy" toy that dwelled inside. This thing seems to have come from cat pee heaven, I think I owe him an apology.
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