Remember my plight about the missing Prada Box of CDs? Well, when we were at the Secaucus Post Office yesterday, I casually mentioned it to the postal clerk, and today when we went back there to mail more boxes, said postal clerk (named Denise) gave me a business card. It is of a gentleman who is a "postal investigator." Apparently, what I got was very weird, and he now wants me to talk to him, show him the letter I got, and he wants to investigate what happened to my package. What a pleasant turn of events. While I do not hold hope that they will find my discs, it would be nice if they could give me some sort of explanation as to why what happened did happen, and did my Prada box cause for it to happen. I know this sounds like one bug mysterious murder case, but it is what it is. I heard that these post office workers take their jobs and titles seriously - they are an extension of the Federal government, after all.
"The world is as you perceive it to be. For me, clarity is a word for beauty. It's what I am. And when I'm clear, I see only beauty. Nothing else is possible."
- Byron Katie
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