The Strangest Post Card
Ok, The Fiance and I NEVER check our home voice. Well, I wouldn't say never. But let's just say there have been many a times we've had to say to people, "Um, I know your party was 17 days ago. Sorry we didn't make it. We never check our voice mail."
We check our home voice mail about once every two weeks. Everyone knows that no one calls people at home anymore. In fact, when my home phone rings, I actually am shocked, like, "What is that sound? Who the hell could be calling me at home? I don't even know my home phone number! What? Who? Ga!"
We also check our mailbox about once every ten days. This is because everyone knows that you don't send mail in the mail anymore. You e-mail people. Or you call them on your cell. Or you text message them. Unless your sending a wedding invite, or a Thank You card.
When The Fiance brought in the mail last night, for the first time in about three weeks, I was super excited, almost as exicted as I get for Mother's Day (Hi fiance! If you're reading this, which I doubt, but if you are, 'Hi!' and don't forget about the most important day of the year, Mother's Day!)
Anyway, bills and other crap were in the mail. But so was a Post Card! For me! The last time I remember getting a post card was when I was in summer camp. This is what the post card I got in the mail yesterday said:
"Hi Rebecca, it's Julia writing from Aritzia! Thanks for shopping with us. I hope you're enjoying your French Terry Sweat pants! Good choice, they are very comfortable. Remember to wash in cold and lay flat to dry so you avoid shrinking them! Stop by soon, we have some great stuff in! Julia."
Ok, first, who the heck is Julia? Second, I actually don't remember going to Artizia. I certainly don't remember buying French Terry Sweat pants! What exactly are French Terry Sweat Pants?
And, truthfully, it kind of creeps me out that some saleslady, named Julia, actually remembers what I bought. But even more weird is the fact she's giving me laundry advice - on a post card.
Not to say that I didn't shop at Aritzia and buy French terry Sweat pants. I mean, I probably did. And, I guess, it was nice of Julia to take the time and write me a post card. Actually, I think it's really very nice.
It kind of makes me want to go back to Aritzia and find this Julia and say, "Thank you for the post card. It was very thoughtful of you."
And it kind of makes me wonder where the heck my French Terry Cloth sweat pants are. Because even though I probably did buy a pair, I certainly don't remember wearing them.