Left in the Trunk

Left in the Trunk (PMxxvi)

I placed the four parcels

in my trunk before starting my

route,

meaning to drop them off on

my way home.

They were close by and I kneew

I couldn't forget.

I completed my work that day

about a half hour earlier

than usua,

I was so happy that my mind

forgot to remind me to

deliver the stupid parcels.

It was about four in the afternoon,

I was hoe, lying on the couch

playing a Volkswagen video game

when I remembered.

I considered just leaving them

for the next day but they had

been cracking down on

registered mail so I knew I had to

go back.

It was rush hour and it took me

forty minutes to drive them back,

when I arrived a lady came

running out of the house.

She thanked me profusely for

bringing her the parcels

which apparently contained

passports and they were flying

out that night.

"We've been on the phone with the

Post Office all day," she cried.

"I'm so glad you made it here on time."

I accepted the hero laurels

deep down knowing I was going

to catch shit the next day.

I considered phoning in sick

the next morning but I finally

decided to face the music and

get it over with.

The office was in turmoil the next

day,

someone told me they had suspended

a temp,

for not delivering some registered mail,

I hid the sign-in sheet in the

pile and silently proceeded to my desk,

as if it was just another

ordinary day.

For some reason, call it luck,

I never heard another word

about the episode,

I chose never to bring it up!

MCC