- Jan 28, 2009
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I got a new contract to work in East Kansas City. The place I'm moving into is a small subdivision of duplexes but the mailboxes are all in one spot with no locks, so since I get a lot of CD's, I figure it better to get a post office box so my packages don't get swiped. I go to the post office and fill out the paperwork. The lady behind the counter gives me a cringed facial expression and asks me if I am superstitious. I say no, why? She laughs under her breath and tells me the next box available is P.O. Box 666. She asks if I want another. I tell her no, it's actually pretty neat. Think of all the possibilities in messing with other people's psyche.
But I swear if I begin to have bad luck, I'm getting another box.
But I swear if I begin to have bad luck, I'm getting another box.