DHL, TNT and Federal Express are common sights around here. But I hadn’t seen a UPS van for at least a year.
“Whatever!” I muttered to myself, and went back to my desk to resume the crucial task at hand—trying to hang hoop-earrings on a COCONUT.
Then the doorbell rang.
I ran downstairs, opened the door and found myself face-to-face with man dressed from head to toe in brown polyester. He was holding a very large, very well-wrapped cardboard box.
“Package for Mr. Fat Sal.”
I signed for the package, took it from the UPS guy and looked at the mailing label. It was postmarked, “Copenhagen, Denmark.”
“Copenhagen?!” I thought to myself. “Copenhagen? Copenh…HEY!!! Isn’t it almost the month of…!!!”
I spun ‘round on my heel, ran into the house, tossed the package on the kitchen island and grabbed the nearest knife.
I sliced through the packing tape, peeled open the boxtop and parted the bubble wrap.
There they were! Just as I had hoped. Two 0.5 liter bottles of Paulaner Oktoberfest Beer and a note that said the following:
”INSERTING INTO MOUTH MAY CAUSE INJURY OR DEATH.”
Thank you, Anders…on what is happily becoming an annual event. You’re the best Viking friend a guy could ever have.
And Happy Oktoberfest to all.
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