My landlady is out of town for 3 weeks. It has thus far been the best time I've ever had in my apartment. I run up and down the stairs at all hours without fear of waking anyone, I've had people over and played "Rock Band" long past the curfew I'd set for the benefit of her child, and *gasp* I've even been parking on a paved surface (despite her instructions to remain parked on the muddy knoll during her absence.) It's been great.
In return for this peaceful little slice of nag-free heaven, I agreed to collect my landlady's mail and toss it in a box in her basement. Totally worth it.
So Saturday I went and grabbed both sets of mail. Included in my mailbox was a magazine packaged in a plastic bag. It was addressed to a house down the street- apparently the mailman made a mistake. The only part of the magazine I could see was a vodka ad- the magazine's cover was concealed by the bag in which it was sealed. I decided that rather than walk all the way down the street, I'd just put the magazine in with my landlady's mail next time I ventured down to the basement and let her deal with it. So, for the time being I tossed it on the desk without a second thought.
A few minutes later, Tom is standing by the desk with the magazine in his hand trying to push the magazine closer to the top of the plastic bag.
Me: "What are you doing?"
Tom, eyeing bag: "This is porn."
Me: "HUH?"
Tom: "That's why the front of the bag is black! You can't mail porn without blocking out the cover."
Me: "Oh. Why are you messing with the bag?"
Tom: "I'm trying to see which magazine it is."
Me: "Why do you want to know WHICH magazine it is?! It's porn!"
Tom: "I can't believe you didn't know this was porn!"
So, what we've learned is that:
1. I'm naive, and
2. My boyfriend is well-versed in the US postal regulations that govern pornographic materials.
I'm still putting it with my landlady's mail.
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6 comments:
If you give your landlady porn, will she think you're hitting on her?
God I hope not. :-p I'm def. going to leave it in the bag. :)
When I worked in the bookstore it was sometimes my job to rip off the front cover of the old porn magazines. We only returned the covers, not the whole thing. It was always a strange task.
Won't she look at this as another excuse to hate on you???
Nah...she'll just think the guy down the street's a pervert. I'm going to tuck it between other pieces of her mail- she won't ever know that I realized it wasn't hers. Or that I found out it was porn. :-p
Also, Donny that is totally weird.
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