- Dec 31, 2000
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I woke up with a pounding headache and I took a test at school. My nose was either stuffed up, running, bleeding or all of the above all day today. I think PA gave me a cold.
So I passed out on the couch at 9AM after I got home, and I missed the post office trying to deliver a certified letter at 10:40. PA came home at 4 and woke my ass up blaring Rollout by Ludacris or something at which point i screamed "STOP THE GODDAMN NOISE POLLUTION!" and he turned it off. Naturally, PA being the good brother didnt show me the "We missed you" card, so I raced down to the PO at 4:30. I'm in line holding the card and its 4:45. 15 minutes to close. Then it hit me.
Fsck. I left my ferengi wallet at home. Staples coupons, discount cards, credit cards and D/L all wrapped together by a rubber band.
Then the clerk calls me. I recognize him....but from where....
*flashback to like 2nd grade.*
This kid put this pencil in my chair as I was sitting down and got a really sharp pencil lead stuck in the left cheek of my butt for a day. His parents werent too pleased, as were mine at the conference. Thats when I remembered all the faces. Then I remembered dad getting a pair of needle nosed pliers pulling a pencil lead out of my ass....but I digress.
*end flashback*
So I walk up.
"Hey, remember me?"
"Yeah, you're PAB!"
"Long time no see, how the kids doing?"
"Good, good."
*Gets certified letter and I sign off on it*
"Nice seeing ya again"
"Likewise, have a good one"
Moral of the story: Getting stabbed in the butt with a #2 pencil can have interesting results 12 years down the road when you need a certified letter without ID.
-PAB
So I passed out on the couch at 9AM after I got home, and I missed the post office trying to deliver a certified letter at 10:40. PA came home at 4 and woke my ass up blaring Rollout by Ludacris or something at which point i screamed "STOP THE GODDAMN NOISE POLLUTION!" and he turned it off. Naturally, PA being the good brother didnt show me the "We missed you" card, so I raced down to the PO at 4:30. I'm in line holding the card and its 4:45. 15 minutes to close. Then it hit me.
Fsck. I left my ferengi wallet at home. Staples coupons, discount cards, credit cards and D/L all wrapped together by a rubber band.
Then the clerk calls me. I recognize him....but from where....
*flashback to like 2nd grade.*
This kid put this pencil in my chair as I was sitting down and got a really sharp pencil lead stuck in the left cheek of my butt for a day. His parents werent too pleased, as were mine at the conference. Thats when I remembered all the faces. Then I remembered dad getting a pair of needle nosed pliers pulling a pencil lead out of my ass....but I digress.
*end flashback*
So I walk up.
"Hey, remember me?"
"Yeah, you're PAB!"
"Long time no see, how the kids doing?"
"Good, good."
*Gets certified letter and I sign off on it*
"Nice seeing ya again"
"Likewise, have a good one"
Moral of the story: Getting stabbed in the butt with a #2 pencil can have interesting results 12 years down the road when you need a certified letter without ID.
-PAB