Hilariously, I had to pick up the parcel from good ole’ SA postal service, who are notorious for their odd employees. Postal Dude** grins broadly and says, exceptionally loudly; “Hey, lady, I need to see when your birthday is.”
Cue blank, arched-eyebrow look.
“Ag, lady. Your ID book.’
[takes proffered book]
“Aaah, thanks man. Hey, your birthday is soon. HEY, You’re 33. Like in two weeks or so. Cool.”
[wanders off to find parcel]
[Postal Dude ambles back…no rush here.]
Even louder: “Hey lady, it’s from your friend Nurse Myra. Who lives in Australia. How cool is that?”
I just smile and nod. If only he knew.
So Nurse M…thank you. I luuuuuuuuurve my prizes. What a haul…can’t wait to try the sparkly straps. And I really, really like the Alex Lloyd. That boy can sing. And what the hell is a Nurse M prize without a pussy. Gorgeous, just gorgeous!
I also luuuuuuuurved my DW, even if it was attacked by crunchiness and lergies.
*packing of lingerie, defuzzing of fuzzy bits, grinning with glee
** He worried me that he might indeed go postal
*** Someone once told me that a dork is apparently the bone in a whale’s penis? Well. Ok then. I can’t find corroboration. But hell. It’s the best description I’ve heard!