I might be a dork. Or maybe I’m just too friendly. Or a too-friendly dork.

Either way, I’ve made such good “friends” with the postman that now he freaks me out enough I’ll go out of my way to avoid him. This is the same postman who yelled at my pretty cousin and made her cry. Weird.

I got caught today, though, and made some small talk before darting into my car and zooming away. In this case, small talk = “Oh, you thought about me this weekend? How nice. Okay, well have a good day!” Then I stalled at the grocery store and took the long way home before parking on the other side of the complex and all but running up the stairs lest he turn the corner and spot me. If I didn’t have milk with me, I’d probably still be out and about, wandering the city like a lost puppy.

Not to mention, in my haste up the stairs, I was spotted by the kids next door as their neighbor and therefore likely the mysterious person who scared the crap out of them this morning. It was funny, though. The kid in blue jumped into the air before darting back into the safety of his apartment. Haha. Oh, fig.

On the way home I spotted a van with possibly the worst logo ever. If only I’d had the camera with me, I could show everyone. The company is named “Drapes Unlimited” but the D is in a larger, thinner, cursive font and therefore easy to overlook at a glance. Large white van with what appears to be “rapes Unlimited” plastered on the side? No thanks. I’ll steer clear.

Three posts in a row. I win. Beat that, dismarum.

Peace, love, and unambiguous logos.