I was at the post office to pick up my new shipment of Ta-Pun.
The post office is the same post office I had been waiting for.
I thought to myself, this is going be great.
The postman had just delivered a shipment of food.
The boxes were all full.
I went into the back and waited for the delivery person.
He was wearing a suit.
“Is this you?”
“I’m a new postman,” he said.
After some awkward silence, he asked, “Can I see your ID?”
I had to look him right in the eye.
His eyes lit up.
No one knew who he was.
He said, “No problem, but I’d like you to come over and get your ID.
I’m the postman here.
I have a name.”
I said, I can’t do that.
He told me to go ahead and do that, and then he led me through the door.
When I arrived, the post man was wearing the same suit as the delivery man.
My heart skipped a beat.
This was really happening.
I had arrived at the end of a long, long line.
Before he could even get in my way, he told me that I had just received my shipment.
Why did he do that?
Why did he ask me to come here?
Why was I doing that?
“It’s my first day at the office,” I told him.
How was I supposed to get the paperwork?
He just shrugged.
A man who worked at the same company as me was sitting behind me, a delivery man, wearing a mask.
He asked me how long it was going to take to get my ID, how long would it take for me to get a new job.
There was no hesitation in his voice.
What was going on?
I thought to my friend.
We were going to get married!
“But I’m going to the postoffice tomorrow!” he shouted at me.
At that moment, I realized that he was not going to help me get my documents, he was going do this for me.
This was really going to happen.
That’s when I realized how many people in the world would be happy to have a postman working for them.
It wasn’t a good feeling.
But it was a big, bad feeling.
As soon as I walked out of the post box, I ran up the stairs to my apartment building.
If I don’t find a job tomorrow, I’m not going anywhere.