A Comparision of Social Classes, Rich Boys and Mailmen

[mailcalltime.livejournal.com]

Who: Jeff Angel, Parakarry
What: Jeff goes to drop his mail. Conversation ensues.
Where: Paretta's Parcel Pick-up
When: Nov. 30th
Warnings: None...yet.

With a clunk, a large cardboard box plopped on the wooden floor of the store. Parakarry busily rummaged through its contents as he restocked the shelves. Stationary, pens, and postcards; they brightened the inside of the shop with their festive shades of red, white and green.
Between tending his store and delivering mail, Parakarry spent most of his day working. With the upcoming Christmas season, he was busier than ever. Difficult as it was though, he seemed to relish his job.

With an accomplished smile, he wiped his brow once everything was organized.

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[mailcalltime.livejournal.com]

"A credit card is fine," Parakarry replied. "I just need to see a photo ID."

[princeangel.livejournal.com]

Jeff scoffed. Show an ID? Like Parakarry didn't know who he was. Sure the other wasn't a student anymore, but at least he still paid attention to the school, right? Jeff was the senior representative, for crying out loud. Besides, he was pretty sure Parakarry had been the one who had delivered his birthday gift from his parents that one time.

"Oh please, why would you need that? It's not like you don't already know almost everyone at the school." He pulled out his driver's license and flashed it at the mailman. "There, happy?"

[mailcalltime.livejournal.com]

"There's no need for disrespect," Parakarry calmly replied as he inspected the license, "I'm just trying to avoid being shammed with a fake credit or whatnot."

He then realized what he just said could be considered as rude as well. "N-not that I'm suggesting that you specifically would con me. I'm just trying to be on the safe side," he continued in a more apologetic voice.

[princeangel.livejournal.com]

Narrowing his eyes, the blond let it slide. Parakarry was obviously trying to make sure he didn't sound rude. Regardless, it pleased Jeff to see the other sucking up to him, even if that wasn't the intent.

"Fine, whatever." He then handed over the credit card. "How long will it take for the package to arrive at its destination?"

[mailcalltime.livejournal.com]

Parakarry took the card to scan it. "If the weather stays this favorable, I would give roughly two days. Possibly less."

He handed the card back. "Would you like a receipt?"

[princeangel.livejournal.com]

He took back the card and shoved it in his wallet. "Two days... I suppose that's acceptable."

Waving off the receipt, he replied, "No, that won't be necessary."

"You better be careful with this," Jeff nodded towards the box. "It may not be breakable, but if I find that even one of my belongings in there was damaged, I'll see that it comes out of your paycheck."

[mailcalltime.livejournal.com]

"Don't worry," Parakarry assured him, "Every piece of mail in my charge is given the utmost care!"

[princeangel.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh..." Folding his arms, Jeff paused for a moment. Awkward silence flitted between the two.

Finally, he spoke again, "Is there a reason why you put so much effort into this job? Doesn't seem like it pays off in the end, if you ask me."

[mailcalltime.livejournal.com]

"I always put all my effort in any other task given to me," he said while taking Jeff's box to the back room to store. "Why would I put any less in my job?"

[princeangel.livejournal.com]

Oh right. People usually put effort into work, didn't they? Jeff just couldn't wrap his mind around such a useless ideal. "Because the benefits hardly seem to outweigh the inconvenience. Sure, you need some source of income," there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "but there are plenty of other, less troublesome jobs out there."

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"Where have I heard that one before?" Parakarry chuckled in amusement.

"There probably are but money isn't everything. It's important but not everything. Besides those better paying and 'less troublesome jobs' were never that interesting to me."

[princeangel.livejournal.com]

"So you're telling me that you enjoy doing chores for other people who are too lazy to just deliver it themselves?" Jeff snorted, "Though I guess traveling around and seeing places is somewhat of a perk."

Shaking his head, he replied, "I don't think I'd ever want to be stuck with such a menial task."

[mailcalltime.livejournal.com]

"Menial? Delivering mail can't be any less pointless then sitting in some cubicle, filling out paper work all day," Parakarry said defensively.