Got My Tickets Home


Was at a photocopy store the other day getting my resume printed out. Got a phone call and couldn’t understand the person so I just said “you have wrong number” and hung up. Then they called back, same thing, couldn’t understand him, although it did sound like he might have said Joshua Smith, but I doubted it and told him again wrong number. Then they called back a third time, and I gave my phone to the photocopy employee who spoke a little English and told him to tell the person on the phone that they had the wrong number. He gets on the phone and starts talking. Then he runs off into the back to give the phone to some older man. I was thinking, what the hell is going on, and couldn’t understand why he ran off with my phone. When he came back I went to hang up but he quickly made the motion for me to talk on the phone. This time the guy on the other end was speaking somewhat understandable English and said to me “post office, express letter” and I instantly knew he was calling from the Post office for me to pick up my letter. I told him I would come in 1 hour, which he didn’t really understand, and luckily before I hung up he told me I needed to bring a copy of my passport.

So I went to the Express post branch of the post office and signed for my letter which contained airline tickets home for Christmas courtesy of my mom and Lufthansa. Thanks mom, you’re the man! Now I just gotta try to fly standby across the world, and make 3 connections. I think I’ll make it. See yall soon.



From Speak English






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