I have been told that my choosing to collect Starbucks mugs from around the world is proof that I am a nerd, or someone who at the very least lacks the ability to discern what is and is not cool. I was a collector at a young age, being able at age nine to claim ownership of every He-Man action figure there was. When my father brought me home a mug from Chicago some years ago, the fire was lit, and now I am a collector again. In a train station in Warsaw was a Starbucks Coffee.
Now I had a predicament. I had purchased two mugs in Brussels, and two more in Budapest. With these additional eight, there would be no way for me to avoid a 50 euro surcharge on every upcoming flight. I either needed to find a way to ship twelve mugs home from Warsaw, or donate them to the local homeless population. UPS wanted over 300 dollars and only offered a next-day service. At the Polish Post Office, I was given less expensive shipping options. When the woman giving me service asked how long I wanted the shipping to take I replied “as long as possible.”
I returned home just under a month later and my package had not arrived. When another month had gone by, I simply assumed that somewhere between the cities of Warsaw and Sumner, a post office worker had had the good fortune to inherit some colorful ceramics. The surprise at the package’s final delivery was a delight not only for myself, but for the nephews aswell.
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