Saturday, July 14, 2007


Thank you, 63. As I unpackaged my most important Christmas present, the tag bearing your number gracefully slipped out and floated to the ground in a wisp of anonymity like the job you perform.

While I appreciate the DVD burner, cash, and Curb Your Enthusiasm Seasons 1 and 2 DVDs I received this season, it is the gift which you, 63, inspected that I will use the most. Thanks to your thorough examination of my shiny new boxer shorts, I don with confidence these cloths round my loins. I know full well that the barrier 'tween skin and pants is firmly established, that the elastic band snaps firmly 'round my waste, that the single button holds the slit securely in the closed position, that the seams are characterized by the utmost integrity.

63, if you're out there, thank you. I want you to know that your fine work is appreciated. These shorts fit perfectly. Your identity is a mystery, but your skills of scrutiny are not.

Originally Posted: Tuesday, January 4, 2007
(Then) Curent Mood: grateful

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I only wish 63 would do my mail--test my letters, and more importantly--PACKAGES. 63 could keep me from getting a glimpse of something I've seen one too many times. Packageawayuh, 63: protect me from #%#& in a box.

Posted by Russ on Thursday, January 04, 2007 at 5:34 PM