I purchased three books, two sets of flash cards and 20 practice tests to help me study for the LSAT. After I decided not to take the LSAT anymore I was stuck with all these books collecting dust on my already crowded book shelves. My coworker showed me how to sell my books on Amazon.com (shout out) and I had managed to sell back every single LSAT item.
This is where the story begins.
This past Friday I sold the very last LSAT item. A set of flash cards to help with the logical reasoning section of the test. I printed out the postage, packaged it all up nicely in a padded manila envelope. Saturday morning I put it in my mailbox to be picked up and carried away by the USPS. This is something that I have done many times before so I figured that it would be just fine doing it this time.
Boy was I wrong. I knew I moved to a not-so-nice neighborhood, but when I came home from work and discovered my neatly packaged manila envelope ripped open and thrown onto my front stairs, I was a bit taken aback. The funny thing about this was that the postal bandit didn't even take the flash cards. Of course not, I thought to myself as I brought the shredded package into my house. I looked over my shoulder up and down my street wondering if it was someone in one of the houses I was looking at who did it.
It's a weird thing. I know that New Orleans is supposed to be this scary city that sucks you in a swallows you whole, but it hasn't done that to me yet and I just keep waiting for it to happen. There are days, weeks even, that I can't stand anything about the city and yet here I stay. In a city this crazy I guess you just need to stick around to uncover it all; good and bad.
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