This is the perfect marriage of the digital age and old school. There’s a person on eBay selling, well, I’ll let them tell you:
You are bidding on a
rare chance to traumatize a treasured friend or relative with baffling,
mind-numbing, mystery correspondence from abroad.Here is the arrangement:
I
will be spending the Christmas holiday in Poland in a tiny village that
has one church with no bell because angry Germans stole it. Aside from
vodka, there is not a lot for me to do.During the course of my holiday I will send three postcards to one person of your choosing.
These postcards will be rant-ravingly insane, yet they will be peppered with unmistakable personal details about the addressee. Details you will provide me.
The postcards will not be coherently signed, leaving your mark confused, guessing wildly, crying out in anguish.
“How do I know this person? And how does he know I had a ferret named Goliath?”
Your
beloved friend or relative will try in vain to figure out who it is.
Best of all, it can’t possibly be you because you’ll have the perfect
alibi: you’re not in Poland. You’re home, wherever that is, doing
whatever it is you do when not driving your friends loopy with
international prankery.Your target will rack their brains in the shower. At dinner. During long drives. At work. On the golf course.
“Who did I tell about the time I got fired by a note on my chair?” they’ll ponder, “And where the hell is Szczeczinek?”
Ah, if only I had the address of my arch-nemesis. That’s, I guess, where the digital age fails me. I mean, how do you google the address of someone named Serr8d*?
*just kidding, Serr.
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