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tobacco-r-usI got home about 7PM Friday 9th Sept.
Picked up my mail, and found a pink slip from the USPS saying "Hey, you weren't here, so you're going to have to pass by the Post Office and pick up Irving tomorrow."
I said to myself, "Now this is the kind of fast transactions I like."
Sat. 10th Sept comes around, and I get myself ready to go to the Post Office before they close.
My turn comes up, and I step up to the counter with a smile om my face, my pink slip along with my drivers picture ID.
The gentleman checked my ID, took my pink slip and went to somewhere in the back.
At first, I thought that he had decided to take his last break.
Then I thought that maybe he had quit.
But the worst scenario was beginning to sink in.
He's having trouble finding Irving.
That was verified when he finally came back with no package, and a white piece of paper that had something printed on it.
When he asked me for my phone number, that's when I knew that there was going to be trouble, right here in River City.
The gentleman was very nice, and I know that he didn't have an answer at the moment, I gave him my phone number.
Needless to say, although I was still smiling, my spirits were very low - as I watched Irving riding out into the sunset.
His supervisor happened to walk by, and he called her for me.
She was very pleasant, we went to a corner and we had a very pleasant chat.
It was around 12:30pm, she told me that they will continue the search and also try to find out who the delivery person might have been - in any case, she will call me one way or the other.
I went back home, and at 5;39PM - she called.
"Irving has been found, and he wants to come home to fill that slot."
There is a Card God. ... 
Joe