I had run out for a while over lunchtime, but my stomach was acting up and I was out of anything for it, so I stopped at the little convenience store on the opposite corner from the newspaper.
In line, ahead of me, was a postal carrier. He noticed me standing behind him.
“Oh, hey! I got a package for you. Do you want it?”
Yes. Yes, I did.
So he ran out to his truck and handed me that fancy razor set I’ve been blithering about right there in front of the convenience store.
The package was addressed to my apartment, which is maybe a mile away from the newspaper.