going postal

returning to bern after my lenghty stay in the swiss mountains i found 2 surprises in my mailbox

exhibit A:
exhibit a
exhibit A is a huge cardboardbox held together by this unbreakable plastic-“string”, the one that will cut your fingers, if you try to rip it. inside the box i find the following (listed by size): crumbled paper, a catalogue for wine [?], a letter saying this was sent to me by “our customer Wurzeltod” and a small plasticbag containing a sensational item named: little feet. now, in case you don’t know yet, little feet is 25 pieces of plastic, shaped like little feet – obviously – and containing two practical holes each, which allow you to keep your socks together, when you are doing a wash.
these are some of the bold claims: “never again you’ll have to untangle socks”, “this practical helper should not be missing in any household”, “choose a color for each houshold member” [there are 5 colors: yellow, orange, red, and blue] and “100% thermoplastic”, whatever that means.
ta ta ta missie W, what a great surprise!

exhibit B:
exhibit b
exhibit B are 4 neatly packaged stacks of paper, the pieces of paper come in different sizes and are obviously handcut. on the biggest package it says: “hobby work free – note paper for you to write your positive thoughts on. later put these ideas into action. just in favor of the one’s you thought of”.
i know, i know, it does not make sense, and my translation from german to english obviously does not help much.
but i am sooo touched.
just imagine some person – from the writing one suspects an elderly person – making all these packages of note paper and distributing them in town … trying to spread the good news … oowwwww.
oh. and there also 4 handmade cards made of images, that were cut out of magazines. who wants me to send them one?
ps: some of my neighbors were not as impressed as i was. their stacks are now lying on top of the mailbox, collecting the rain.

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Jan Zuppinger has been writing this blog since 2002. He likes to grow vegetables. He likes to eat them too. He has opinions on everything, but sadly no one cares. Jan Zuppinger is not joking, just joking, he is joking, just joking, he's not joking. *click.