You've got mail

I was going to blog about my feelings of pride for finally subscribing to a daily newspaper. Turns out I found something better. I went and got the mail today. Nothing too exciting about that so far. I mean I do it at least once a week, twice now that we have Netflix. (My mailman must hate me for focing him to shove stuff in that small box.)
I went back up and realized that I had received three pieces of wrong mail. The last two digits of the appartment number matched the two digits of my mail box (the mail boxes are numbered sequentially the flats are numbered by floor with four digits) and the first name matched mine but for the last syllable "ce", instead of "t". I figured that I would be a good citizen and return his mail to my neighbor. First I was surprised to find out that it was indeed a she and then I realized that her accent was French, from Nancy. How funny it is to meet French people half-way across the world. It turns out that she works at the same school as my aunt-in-law. Life is funny. Laugh people. I said laugh.