(The story begins a few months after "Oswald, Part1")
Me: "Hello?"
Him: "Hi Jenica."
Me: "I'm sorry, who is this?"
Him (w/whiny, wounded tone of voice): "What, you don't remember me?"
Me: "No, I'm sorry. Could you please tell me who you are?"
Him: "It's Oswald."
Me: "I'm sorry, Oswald who? I don't think I know an Oswald."
Him: "Oswald, from the Woodlands Post Office."
Me: "Oh, hi. I'm sorry, I forgot your name."
Him: "You have a parcel here. Can you come get it?"
Me: "Well, I'm at work right now."
Him: "So, when will you come get it?"
Me: "I'm not sure, but I'll try to make it this week."
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