I have a deep love for mail. It started as a child at some point. Because of this deep love of all things postal I ended up with several penpals- a couple I still keep in touch with to this very day (Hi ETS! Hi Koshka!). One of the reasons I have a PO BOX (address at very bottom of page) is because I work in a different city from which I live…so I have a box here so I can get my mail during my lunch. My good mail. Plus I shop online and during the holidays it is good because sometimes other family members might intercept boxes and be able to tell by the return address it might be something for them. Anyway, ETS recently went on a vacation and told me that she would be sending me some goodies she bought for me while in Florida. I just knew that box would come on Thursday…so on Thursday I made my way to the post office where my box is located. I opened it up expecting to find the silver key. These are keys to the package lockers where they put things that are too large to fit in your box…the they give you a corresponding key to said locker that way customers don’t have to stand in line. Anyway I fling open my box on Thursday and find nothing but the normal circulars. NO SILVER KEY. I was sad. Then I heard something. It sounded like a postal employee flinging the said keys into the boxes. I quickly shut my box and waited. I heard it again. I checked and I could see the employee but no key for me. I shut my box and waited again. The I heard the unmistakeable sound of metal hitting metal and knew it was my box…YEY my package had arrived. She really out did herself: (click on picture so you can see it in flickr- roll over the picture in flickr to see the notes as to what everything is).