I waited all summer to get the right glasses. Searched high and low. I thoroughly searched the internet to satisfy my often times deliberate discrimination for personal measures of sensibility. Saturday was the day, I woke up excited for my gift to be delivered in the mail. One thing though, a hurdle that could impede my christmas-like joy. If I didn't meet the mailman at my box i'd have to wait until Monday. Which makes pickup virtually impossible due to the post office's operating hours and my work schedule clashing. Plus its another 10 blocks uptown from where I live. All else to say It would be a genuine inconvenience and impractical chore. There was no other option for me, I had to get them that day. I walked all around my block in search of spotting one of those damn goofy white trucks with the bold blue eagle emblazoned on the side. I harassed tenants like a crazed rabid lunatic with hysteria in his eyes, prodding with swift inquisition "Is that today's mail you got there? Have you seen the mailman today? What time does he usually get here?" No one had a clue. In fact they played ignorant just to get me to scram. With no luck, and failing hope closing in. It happened. There she was. Mail cart in tow. Without hesitation I begged her to retrieve my gift from her mail pouch, and as America's finest servicemen and women should, she obliged. But not without complaint of her lunch break ensuing. Nonetheless, I had won. I rushed up to my apartment, tried on my prize, and wore my personal token of self-appreciation like a shining badge of honor. Yeah. I look good, I thought to myself... But not as good as this chick! Damn. CURSE YOU AMBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER.
Aprende el swag.
Super Sunglasses
