HEY, MR. POSTMAN
“It was coming up to my birthday, and my friends kept dropping hints that they were posting me something special. They don’t really do gifts, so I was excited. A few days later, I received a note that there was a package for me at the Post Office. When I went to collect it, I told the cashier that it was my birthday gift, and so he encouraged me to open it there and then. Inside was an ink cartridge I’d ordered two weeks before. I heard someone murmur, ‘Poor girl’, as I bolted, red-faced, out the door. Turns out my friends had forgotten to post me my gift.” —Aiyesha Baweja, 26
She had mastered her Gangnam Style routine!