Mr. Bubbles and I are in the post office, with the full and entire intention to pay Mr. Bubbles' speeding fine. PRODUCED WITH MY CAR! Yes. OUTRAGEOUS, I know.
While he is busy filling in the infringement form, I decide to line up in the atrociously-long-boring-taking-foreverrrrrr-theres-is-nothing-to-look-at-besides-old-people line and wait for our turn. I wonder this everytime, why can't they just make this post office EXCITING, so people would want to send stuff via snail mail? Instead it's absolutely silent and devoid of all color. No mobiles ringing, no people talking/laughing (laughing in a post office is probably an offense), no kids giggling, no background music (not even classical or at the very least, elevator tunes). NOTHING. One can hear an occassional plastic bag shuffle, a supressed cough and inevitable, but restrained footsteps!
While he is busy filling in the infringement form, I decide to line up in the atrociously-long-boring-taking-foreverrrrrr-theres-is-nothing-to-look-at-besides-old-people line and wait for our turn. I wonder this everytime, why can't they just make this post office EXCITING, so people would want to send stuff via snail mail? Instead it's absolutely silent and devoid of all color. No mobiles ringing, no people talking/laughing (laughing in a post office is probably an offense), no kids giggling, no background music (not even classical or at the very least, elevator tunes). NOTHING. One can hear an occassional plastic bag shuffle, a supressed cough and inevitable, but restrained footsteps!
Anyhow not to forget in all this silence, the post office is still a highly money motivated organization and stacks little items on the left and right, forming a little alley way that people queue in. I am standing there in all my glory and touch every little item that is stacked on the left and right of my queue, of course never intending to buy anything. Among long expired first aid kits, outdated lovesong CD's (the fact that the music comes in form of a CD says it all - what's a CD again?), gel pen sets of 12, and boring, bad quality note pads in all forms, shapes and sizes, I finally come past a shelf of little stuffed toys. Of course not just any stuffed toys, no, the type with the big red sticker on their belly reading "press me".
Thinking of nothing particularly harmful, I press the bright pink pig's belly ... . Oh goodness gracious. My biggest mistake yet! My little manoever right there breaks the - I suppose, intended, boring silence in the post office, and people are forced to listen to "Old McDonald had a farm" in the loudest, most annoying highpitched voice ever! I actually think that this pig plays the extended remix version of the song. Time can go so slowly!
From past experiences, pressing the same button again can stop the song, but in this case all previous knowledge seems a waste. The entire store turns to see who dares to touch the stuffed toys. No one smiles at me or at least smirks, upon which I quitely (yes, ironic I know) put the stuffed toy back where it came from and conformed to the norm. Like everyone else, I stare at the light grey carpeted floor with the dark grey shapes in the office with egg shell colored walls and medium grey colored customer counters. Undoubtedly, I am in the office that is devoid of any sign of comfort and happiness, waiting for our turn.
Thinking of nothing particularly harmful, I press the bright pink pig's belly ... . Oh goodness gracious. My biggest mistake yet! My little manoever right there breaks the - I suppose, intended, boring silence in the post office, and people are forced to listen to "Old McDonald had a farm" in the loudest, most annoying highpitched voice ever! I actually think that this pig plays the extended remix version of the song. Time can go so slowly!
From past experiences, pressing the same button again can stop the song, but in this case all previous knowledge seems a waste. The entire store turns to see who dares to touch the stuffed toys. No one smiles at me or at least smirks, upon which I quitely (yes, ironic I know) put the stuffed toy back where it came from and conformed to the norm. Like everyone else, I stare at the light grey carpeted floor with the dark grey shapes in the office with egg shell colored walls and medium grey colored customer counters. Undoubtedly, I am in the office that is devoid of any sign of comfort and happiness, waiting for our turn.
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