The Postman

I don't like the postman talking to me.

I don't like anyone talking to me, in fact.

Especially when I've no idea what they are talking about.

And ya, I'm going to stop shopping on Amazon.de because I don't want to talk to the postmen. (Notice, it has now gone plural!) The postmen always think I'm so nice and they LOVE to ring my bell and knock on my door and knock on my window and once one even shouted in the front porch to get my attention, to take in some packages for my neighbor (and a short unwilling talk forced out of me). I hate to pretend I'm not at home, but I hate to be a nice person.

If you would love to be a nice person, you can do that for your neighbor and lonely postmen all you want. I don't.

And hence, this is the three-quarter of the year resolution : no more Amazon shopping for me.