If a lifetime can be likened to a day, then this is Happy Hour!
Friday, April 05, 2013
Today's Happy Hour Soundtrack
Nothing was delivered
And I tell this truth to you
Not out of spite or anger
But simply because it’s true
Now, I hope you won’t object to this
Giving back all of what you owe
The fewer words you have to waste on this
The sooner you can go
This, by way of explanation, from a recent e-mail exchange with my cigar dealer (said in the kindest possible terms):
4:11 PM (22 hours ago)
I'm just back from the PO and the postmaster says he thinks he
knows where that shipment is, but he'll have to break into one of his
mailboxes to get it. The long and short of it is he suspects my cigars
were delivered to 16th Street, vice 17th Street. I'll know more later
today, according to the postmaster. As for your last... the one before this note... where you said:
Damn, Buck I’m so sorry. Please keep me posted. I’ll make this right I promise.
This isn't YOUR fault. Stuff happens, yanno? Hopefully I'll have my
cigars in hand by the close o' PO bid'niz today. But, to answer your
question... Yes. I DID like those Liga Privadas.
Best Regards, bp
That would be about my latest shipment o' cigars, which the USPS said was delivered this past Saturday but wasn't... and is still not delivered, as we speak. I suppose I'll have to make a THIRD trip to the post office for more excuses. In the meantime our stash is down to three cigars and it's gonna be a near-run thing for my latest resupply to make it here before we do a Mother Hubbard impression.
There's this, too, since we're pissin' and moanin':
It may be warm outside but I'd have to wear goggles to keep blowin' dust outta my eyes if I were to take Happy Hour on the verandah. I can't seem to find those goggles, so I guess we'll remain indoors.