EPTIt was a very happy day in happytown. Mr. Johnson, the postman was on his way to work, unaware that he would be brutally slau... given a raise. As he drove past me, I gave him
I had just packed my lunch and gotten in the car to head off. Worrying thoughts kept popping up in my head as I drove though. “What if he’s not there?” “What if I can’t get him alone?”. Usually I don’t have these kinds of thoughts. In fact, I’m usually very excited when I do this. I always wonder how they are going to react to my actions. The last time I did this must have been at least a year ago. I had to prepare, but there was no time, Mr. Johnson was about to leave in his delivery truck.
I arrived in the post office and immediately rushed over to Mr. Johnson. “How about letting me tag along?" I asked. As I approached him, I showed him my
We were making the routes and I was helping him carry the heavy boxes. This was it. It was time for me to “SURPRISE” him. I pulled out my
Turned out Mr. Johnson had severe peanut allergies that I was not aware of.
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