cacian
03-08-2012, 06:53 AM
'She is all tied up, to the phone of course, can I take message?' said I with a jovial tone as I opened the door.
The front door bell had rang so I went to answer it and it was a Mr Postman on his delivery morning shift. He stood there for at least few seconds, you could hear dust move, looking at me with a face that spoke thousands messages. His grinning appeared to suggest that I take the two round parcels and the one square bulky letter he was carrying off him and quickly. The sheer weight of his deliveries had obviously taken a toll on him. He appeared to be in a rush and saying 'I have other more urgent rounds to do can't you tell?!!'.
What followed after that was almost comical, a surreal scene that would fit in a bizarre 'comedyish' clip I had seen, by mistake, a while ago. I tend to remember the silliest ones best because the less sense something makes the more it stands out like a sore thumb. So I would remember it to make a point and then delete it from my memory by finding something similar-to replace it with- but different, with a much more panache and tact, natural is what I am looking for.
I call it a transitional shift from a cartoonish slack to a realistic mew.
Mr Postman had in a fact starred back at me as if taken by surprise. My tone had obviously startled him a little, or may be it was it the question that I had asked that was out of place that agitated his annoyed little face.
He handed me the contend nonchanantly and as he turned around to depart, all his paper and work load took a jolt and flew out of his hands and onto the void. All the envelopes and letters that made his days seem like a chore and dragged to nowhere, elevated to the skies and waved back and forth scatilly across the road and from pavement to pavement.
Mr postman's sense of disbelief was without a doubt a hopeless affair. He looked puzzled but then he did not seem too keen on running after his customers posts, other people's contents as he called it. It was an obviously too impossible task for anyone and it was windy day.
Oh well to lose all papers and letters unexpectedly and in this way was rather wizzardly like and very funny. Mr postman won't certainly be calling twice today I thought to myself.
Oh what a flying start to a day!
The front door bell had rang so I went to answer it and it was a Mr Postman on his delivery morning shift. He stood there for at least few seconds, you could hear dust move, looking at me with a face that spoke thousands messages. His grinning appeared to suggest that I take the two round parcels and the one square bulky letter he was carrying off him and quickly. The sheer weight of his deliveries had obviously taken a toll on him. He appeared to be in a rush and saying 'I have other more urgent rounds to do can't you tell?!!'.
What followed after that was almost comical, a surreal scene that would fit in a bizarre 'comedyish' clip I had seen, by mistake, a while ago. I tend to remember the silliest ones best because the less sense something makes the more it stands out like a sore thumb. So I would remember it to make a point and then delete it from my memory by finding something similar-to replace it with- but different, with a much more panache and tact, natural is what I am looking for.
I call it a transitional shift from a cartoonish slack to a realistic mew.
Mr Postman had in a fact starred back at me as if taken by surprise. My tone had obviously startled him a little, or may be it was it the question that I had asked that was out of place that agitated his annoyed little face.
He handed me the contend nonchanantly and as he turned around to depart, all his paper and work load took a jolt and flew out of his hands and onto the void. All the envelopes and letters that made his days seem like a chore and dragged to nowhere, elevated to the skies and waved back and forth scatilly across the road and from pavement to pavement.
Mr postman's sense of disbelief was without a doubt a hopeless affair. He looked puzzled but then he did not seem too keen on running after his customers posts, other people's contents as he called it. It was an obviously too impossible task for anyone and it was windy day.
Oh well to lose all papers and letters unexpectedly and in this way was rather wizzardly like and very funny. Mr postman won't certainly be calling twice today I thought to myself.
Oh what a flying start to a day!