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Wonderful people in the world
Apr. 2nd, 2005 06:02 pmOn my way to run some errands, mainly finding a new bathing suit for Alex and attempting to find a maternity suit for me (as yes, at 3 months, I'm already too big in the tummy for everything I currently own) that was one piece or two tight pieces and not that flowing dressy thing... anyway, where was I? Oh yes, on my way to run some errands I stopped to check the mail. Mostly bills and junk, and a little note to let me know that I had a package waiting in the office. A package? What in the world? I wasn't expecting anything! Well, I was, but it was a box from my mother with birthday stuff and I recieved it yesterday. So what could this mysterious package for me be?
Go into the office and say "Excuse me, [Kindly Office Manager's Name], I hate to bother, but there seems to be a package for me here?" and Kindly Office Manager says "Just a minute please" and steps into the back room where the packages are kept. The cool thing? She's so good with her residents she doesn't even have to ask my name or apartment number. She just knows. She emerges with a rather large box. "There sure is! Here you go." and hands it over. Prominent on the top of said large package is a familiar blue sticker. Royal Mail. Royal Mail? Who in the UK is sending me something? And why wasn't I aware of it? I know the handwriting on the box, but surely this couldn't be from the person I thought it was! After all, she doesn't live in the UK, and would not be sending me something via Royal Mail. Seeing that the declared items include sweets, I decide I need to open said package in the truck as I didn't want any possible delicious sweets to melt whilst running my errands. It was wicked hot today, for early April, and I was sure they'd melt within minutes if left unsupervised.
Get in the truck, turn the a/c on full blast, and tear into the box. Read card. Smack myself in forehead. Of course this box was from who I thought it was judging by the handwriting! Sure, she may live in Iceland, but she's currently studying in England! It would make sense anything she sends would be through Royal Mail. Duh. Also a good thing I opened it then and there, as opposed to waiting for my birthday, as there are sweets *wipes mouth* that surely would have melted in the heat, had I waited.
So, unexpected package, delightful presents inside, it just made my day.
I cannot even begin to express the wonderfulness that is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hildigunnur. And not just because she sent me presents. She's wonderful for everything she does. I love her to pieces and wish I could do so much more for her. Quick, everyone, go smother hildi with love and affection. Oh go on, you know you want to, and she deserves it!
And I just have to say... I am thoroughly spoiled on British sweets now. ;)
Go into the office and say "Excuse me, [Kindly Office Manager's Name], I hate to bother, but there seems to be a package for me here?" and Kindly Office Manager says "Just a minute please" and steps into the back room where the packages are kept. The cool thing? She's so good with her residents she doesn't even have to ask my name or apartment number. She just knows. She emerges with a rather large box. "There sure is! Here you go." and hands it over. Prominent on the top of said large package is a familiar blue sticker. Royal Mail. Royal Mail? Who in the UK is sending me something? And why wasn't I aware of it? I know the handwriting on the box, but surely this couldn't be from the person I thought it was! After all, she doesn't live in the UK, and would not be sending me something via Royal Mail. Seeing that the declared items include sweets, I decide I need to open said package in the truck as I didn't want any possible delicious sweets to melt whilst running my errands. It was wicked hot today, for early April, and I was sure they'd melt within minutes if left unsupervised.
Get in the truck, turn the a/c on full blast, and tear into the box. Read card. Smack myself in forehead. Of course this box was from who I thought it was judging by the handwriting! Sure, she may live in Iceland, but she's currently studying in England! It would make sense anything she sends would be through Royal Mail. Duh. Also a good thing I opened it then and there, as opposed to waiting for my birthday, as there are sweets *wipes mouth* that surely would have melted in the heat, had I waited.
So, unexpected package, delightful presents inside, it just made my day.
I cannot even begin to express the wonderfulness that is
hildigunnur. And not just because she sent me presents. She's wonderful for everything she does. I love her to pieces and wish I could do so much more for her. Quick, everyone, go smother hildi with love and affection. Oh go on, you know you want to, and she deserves it!And I just have to say... I am thoroughly spoiled on British sweets now. ;)