tastybun

A while ago I started a movement to have flavoured postage stamps, back when you still had to lick them. It was a bit limited at first, just vanilla, mint and original, but we added more in based on feedback from the punters. It was just a local thing to start with, but we were gaining momentum pretty fast. The best thing about it was that people were finding the time in their days to write people letters, or even just paying bills by post. It was so nice to sit down and open a bunch of letters in the evening, pull out the quill and craft replies to people. There were a few missteps.. I’m not sure how pickled onion became a flavour of the month and the radish experiments were just weird, but on the whole they were pretty successful. Unfortunately it became a victim of its own success.. we ended up having to put a call out for volunteer postmen to cater for the large increase in mail load. That pretty much killed the negotiations for a national rollout of them, the national postage company didn’t want to risk the additional costs involved with upgrading all the systems and workforces to cope with the load. In the end we had to stop doing it locally too.. it was just too much.

I came home today to find my couch missing. Nothing else, just my couch. The doors were locked, the windows all intact, the roof in place.. just one less couch than there used to be, four divots in the carpet a reminder of what once was. In its place was a book I thought I’d lost, a strangely large amount of hair and dust, and $20. I’m not sure if the $20 is some sort of repayment for the couch.. I can’t remember losing it, but it looks like it may have been there a while. Still, if it is a repayment, I guess I’m kind of $20 up.. I found that couch on the side of the road many years ago, abandoned but comfy. When I awoke on it that morning I wasn’t really sure where I was.. just that I was badly hungover and it was a really nice place to sleep. I ended up finding a supermarket not too far away, borrowing a trolley and getting it home that way.. though that took the rest of the day, as I had to wander about until I found something I recognised. Once I got it home I slept on it every night for a week. I liked that couch. I’ve been sitting on the floor where it was for a while now, but it’s just not the same.. and it’s dustier. Still, I guess I can finish this book now…