A Runt’s Rant: Sorry We Missed You!

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It’s really funny, and quite sad at the same time, how every single time I try to be nice and bring some chicken soup to a sick friend, I always get a warm ‘Thank you so much!’ coupled with a lovely virus.

Don’t get me wrong; I LOVE viruses! They keep me in bed all day and MAKE me rest up; something that I will have never done myself.

So I woke up at 13:30 today, feeling exhausted as Hell and thought to myself:

‘It’s fine, it’s fine...At least I get my new tie today.’

I got in on Ebay the other day; a burgundy silk Landisun one.

Having taken about an hour to get ready, I popped downstairs to get my tie, do a quick Cape Knot and get back to bed and to being miserable and cold.

All I found at the door, however, was:

 

I got a tiny bit annoyed; mainly because it said that they had tried the door at 10:00am when both me and my housemate were home.

And then I thought to myself: was I really out? Well, I must have been; after all, why would the Royal Mail lie to me?

You could, of course, argue that I was out and about in a world of my own because I DID have quite a long- winded dream last night.

I only remember the gist of it, though; it was about those people who were unaware of the fact that their personal injury compensation would be slashed by some 25% by a new law that was coming into force as at 1^st April 2013 because the media sector had blatantly failed to cover the story. Had the media sector publicised the changes, as it should have, many claimants would have had the chance of retaining 100% of their compensation as they would have claimed before 1^st April 2013.

But that was clearly a dream; nothing of the sort could happen in one of the greatest countries in the world.

Leaving my realistic dream aside, I realised that I had been standing up for more than ten minutes and was starting to feel quite weak.

I took the red card upstairs, made myself a cup of Camomile tea and curled up in bed.

At that point I flipped the card and saw the following:

Sipping my Camomile tea, I couldn’t help but think to myself that, in order to be sorry, someone had to ‘care about’ what he did first.

Clearly, the postman did not care as he did not ring the buzzer on our door or knock hard enough for us to hear him.

Quite the enigma , I thought; whatever could they possibly mean by ‘Sorry We Missed You!’.

It might have been a joke of sorts; I wouldn’t know, I’ve got absolutely no sense of humour left in me when I’m sick.

Having finished my tea, I rang up the number on the back of the card and was informed that I was to pick my ‘parcel’ up at 11am tomorrow.

You can imagine my surprise when I logged into my Ebay only to find a message from the seller, saying that he had not posted the tie out yet.

Under normal circumstance, I would have been a tiny bit freaked out. But the virus wouldn’t let me; instead, I smiled and thought:

‘Ah, maybe THAT’S what they’re sorry about!’