I think it was ages ago since I received my last snail mail. It was a bank notice that stated my balance was zero. 😀
Intrigued by my kumpare’s news that I received a registered mail, I asked myself who could have sent it. Since the introduction of Facebook and text messaging, my family including close relatives stopped using the post office to send communications.
My main problem though was the distance where to get it, more than nine kilometers walk or a ten-minute ride by public conveyance. I have scheduled visits to the town center and the next would be in four days. I was in a quandary.
“Maybe your girlfriend sent you her new address,” my twelve-year old godchild guessed. His father, who brought the news tried to close his mouth with a palm.
“Maybe it’s Santa Claus who tells me not to give you a gift because you are naughty and not nice,” I quipped.
He frowned immediately upon hearing the remark.
“You better check it at once. It could important. You could have won the lottery.”
“Hey! That’s possible! I’ll buy a car later so I won’t pay for my ride on the way back.”
“I am serious, man!” my kumpare was not laughing at my witty comment.
“How can I win the lottery if I did not buy tickets? Did you buy one for me?”
“No,” he replied, clicking his tongue as if the thought did not pass his mind. “Maybe someone did.”
“Okay, let’s pretend I won, I am rich, then what?”
“You can share some of your winnings. I won’t mind if something comes my way.”
Our conversation lengthened to half an hour while I waited for the ride to the town center.
“Good luck, man! Don’t forget about me, huh?” he shouted as the jeepney I rode moved forward.
“Ninong, me too!” my godchild would not be outdone.
I waved back at them, realizing I was as excited as they were. What if my kumpare was correct?
At the post office, the clerk offered me the letter after I signed for the receipt. Other than that, I was one on one with my mystery post. I hurriedly opened it because it was marked private, though the address was unmistakably from Europe.
Yes, it was from a lottery firm with the generic preface page signed by an individual I never heard of before. As I read the message, I began to understand that it was a come-on letter, an invitation to join a lottery, blah, blah, blah.
I had no intention of taking part although I am still puzzled how a company in Europe could send me the specific letter. Could I be part of a list of random names they collected in the internet?
Anyway, I went back home a winner. I found a crumpled hundred peso bill on the sidewalk. It was more than enough for the fare, to and fro, with some food to boot. 🙂