Yesterday I had to travel all the way to Phibsboro[1] to collect a package. See, many many moons ago Kelly had sent a parcel. But it never arrived, so I’d sorta given up. But then on Friday there was a letter in the postbox saying “package in delivery office. On yer bike and collect it.” But of course An Post[2] Delivery Offices are only open during regular working hours, when, you know, most people are working. And not at the weekend, which meant I couldn’t go on Sat. So Mon afternoon I got off work earlier and hopped on the bus set off on the expedition to Phibsboro. Eventually I arrived and went in to collect the package.
And I wasn’t alone, two fellas left just as I arrived. There was a garda wandering around waiting, and after I handed in my little deliver note a fake-Elvis turned up. Seriously. I’m not sure if he was an actual impersonator, or just like the King’s style. But he had the hair, and the dress sense[3] of Elvis, plus this huge eagle on his belt buckle. He was great.
While I was waiting I also spotted this lovely message that someone had scribbled on the wall[4] If you can’t make it out it says “Hello Welcome I hope you get something nice in your packet. Me too!” And I can’t remember/read the final line. Guess I should have checked the image on the phone. But the An Post man arrived with the giant box from America so I had to put the phone away and show him my id.
Anyways, seems that one of the reasons it took so long was that customs decided to inspect in, and it was resealed with official “opened by customs” tape. But everything was safe and sound. Which reminds me, NM next time I see you remember to bring my PS unregionafier disc thing so I can watch Oh Brother Where Art Thou
In other news I’m considering downloading and installing itunes. Just because according to Ian Dempsey they stick a few of their Gift Grub things on there. And this week they’ve a special Munster rugby feature. Why they don’t have just an mp3 version which doesn’t require special software I don’t know. Maybe they do, anyone know?
- shush, none of the foreigners’ll know that it is only one short bus ride away from my work, let’s make it sound like a trek to a different country ↩
- which is Irish, so gets pronounced on pust ↩
- toned down. Not Vegas Elvis ↩
- It is strange, this is the second piece of positive grafitti I’ve spotted recently. The other being something to do with how life is great and the writer would like to be able to live 2wice – his spelling not mine ↩
*exclaims* Wow! That sounds like a real far-away place! :-D
Seriously, that sounds like a cool visit to the post office. Are you sure there weren’t any elephants?
Very, very far away. And yes there were elephants. I used them to transport myself and the parcel home again.
Elephants, Dublin Bus, whats the difference?
The kindness of strangers… and then there’s itunes.
What else was in the parcel? I’ll bring the thingy with me tomorrow. Will you copy VM onto Norman and lend me Norman or should I borrow Gar’s MP3 player and do it that way? Hmmmm?
Glad you got your package. Gifts in the mail are always a special treat, even if you have to end up going down to the post office to pick them up. Love Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?
The world within a blog Anne. The entire world.
Stuff NM, stuff.
Thanks Carl, I don’t mind the month long expedition, the elephants were cool ;)
Fence. Now EVERYONE’S going to want a parcel. Of course you know how relieved I am you got it, despite the elephantine task of picking it up. And Nines, lest Fence try to fool you into thinking it’s just for her, don’t believe it. It’s for you, too. She’s going to try to lie. kiss you both. Please don’t get sick and die from anything I sent you.
I’m glad to find out Elvis is Irish after all.
For me tooooooooooooo!
YAY!
Now I’ll really HAVE to get that CD ready for you. No more putting stuff off. Not after tomorrow…
Yeah, I’ve been standing by the mailbox this whole time, waiting for that CD!!! No, I understand – I’m the world’s worst mailer unless it’s some spontaneous purchase. Seriously, Nines, don’t EVEN worry about it.