I am a little paranoid at the moment. I have been spending 2 days at home, listening out for the postman to come knocking at my door with MY registered mail. I ain't sure how long they usually take to process the mails but I'm pretty sure 2 days is taking it a bit too far. After all, I did pay an extra $2 for them to take bloody care of my mail! I will wait one more day, just one more day. And if I end up salivating by the door in desperation tomorrow, I will take my case to court. Well, maybe the court is too much. CASE will do just fine. Just wait till I lay my hands on that damn postman who was bestowed the responsibility of bringing me my precious mail! I will make sure he doesn't deliver a single letter to anyone as long as he still draws breath!
UPDATE!! The poor postman did turn up at my door today (Saturday 25 November 2006 at exactly 1345 hours), looking utterly dishevelled. And wet. AND a little angry too I might add. But of course I didn't give two hoots about how he felt at that moment. All I know was that my cute little parcel has arrived. Graspsed firmly in his hands. I signed the receipt. Snatched the parcel. Shut the door (more like I slammed it in his face) Rushed to my room. Ejected the DVD tray. Ripped the parcel open. Took out the disc. Slotted it in. Yeah. I rest my case. |
