Unexpected Mail
After the New Years’ party (on New Years Day in fact) I fell ill with ear infections, tonsillitis and a sinus infection. Happy New Year! I went to the PCMO (Peace Corps Medical Officer—aka PC Doctor) and she prescribed some medication, but 9 days later I was still feeling like I had been hit by a truck and the PCMO decided I needed different medicine.
The medicine was sent via the Macedonian version of Federal Express and I left the poor delivery boy waiting outside for a considerable amount of time because it is very difficult for me to hear the doorbell in my apartment (it is actually the doorbell to the apartment 2 floors beneath my apartment).
Anyway, when I went down to answer the door I was mid coughing fit, hadn’t showered in 2 days, outfitted in my warmest and frumpiest pajamas and in general looked like hell. When I answered the door handkerchief in hand, I was sputtering apologies in Macedonian for not coming to the door sooner, and the delivery boy looked surprised (and a little confused) but was gracious, had me sign a bunch of forms and was on his way.
Later that week I went to visit my friend Liz who just moved to a beautiful town in Southern Macedonia. I returned to a pink envelope in the area where my landlords’ put my mail. I was excited, anticipating a Birthday card (because I turned 27 on January 10th) or letter from someone in my family or from my good friend Lora, and I happily trotted up the stairs.
I noticed there was no return address and thought it was funny, but then did a double-take when I noticed the way the “W” was written in “Wager”. People in this country write their W’s like 2 Vs overlapping. So at that point I figured it was a birthday card from my colleague Luli, or perhaps my friend Emilija from Land O’Lakes.
Guess Again. This greeting card was from the boy who delivered my medicine. It was pretty cute--a very polite and respectful invitation to coffee because this boy “likes to meet people from other countries”. I plan to call him and accept his invitation for coffee; (not to worry, I have already asked my friend Shaun to accompany as back-up). This is the first time something like this has happened to me so I find it both flattering and amusing. Also, I think this kid is just out of high school and has no idea that I am probably 9 or 10 years older than him. Its just kind of funny.
So who wants to hear how the coffee turns out?
The medicine was sent via the Macedonian version of Federal Express and I left the poor delivery boy waiting outside for a considerable amount of time because it is very difficult for me to hear the doorbell in my apartment (it is actually the doorbell to the apartment 2 floors beneath my apartment).
Anyway, when I went down to answer the door I was mid coughing fit, hadn’t showered in 2 days, outfitted in my warmest and frumpiest pajamas and in general looked like hell. When I answered the door handkerchief in hand, I was sputtering apologies in Macedonian for not coming to the door sooner, and the delivery boy looked surprised (and a little confused) but was gracious, had me sign a bunch of forms and was on his way.
Later that week I went to visit my friend Liz who just moved to a beautiful town in Southern Macedonia. I returned to a pink envelope in the area where my landlords’ put my mail. I was excited, anticipating a Birthday card (because I turned 27 on January 10th) or letter from someone in my family or from my good friend Lora, and I happily trotted up the stairs.
I noticed there was no return address and thought it was funny, but then did a double-take when I noticed the way the “W” was written in “Wager”. People in this country write their W’s like 2 Vs overlapping. So at that point I figured it was a birthday card from my colleague Luli, or perhaps my friend Emilija from Land O’Lakes.
Guess Again. This greeting card was from the boy who delivered my medicine. It was pretty cute--a very polite and respectful invitation to coffee because this boy “likes to meet people from other countries”. I plan to call him and accept his invitation for coffee; (not to worry, I have already asked my friend Shaun to accompany as back-up). This is the first time something like this has happened to me so I find it both flattering and amusing. Also, I think this kid is just out of high school and has no idea that I am probably 9 or 10 years older than him. Its just kind of funny.
So who wants to hear how the coffee turns out?
posted by MinimumWager @ 11:12 PM
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