Someone's mistake becomes my problem
The ones sorting the mail
It all started a long time ago when my mainboard died. Finally, last week, i could afford sending it to my vendor, so that it could be replaced. I thought that today would be the day when my beloved PC
rose from the dead. Unfortunatly this proved to be wrong. I got down to the post office an hour ago to get my package.
"Uhm, i'm sorry, but this package has been shipped to Verdal
*sighs* "Oh, that's only 10Km. So the package will be here in Levanger
"No, i'm afraid that the package will first be sent to Trondheim
*sighs even more* "Uhm.. That's 100Km away... why?"
"For sorting. If you're lucky you will have it the day after tomorrow"
*sighs with an infinite sadness and heads towards the library where he would probably write a daylog*