Be right back

Translated from Dutch

Courier at the door. Like so often and so many. I'm a little angry, because - as often - he not only rings the doorbell, but also immediately knocks impatiently on the window. My window is not for that and I'm not into that. I tell him grumpily and then put my smile back on. The weather is nice.

Do you have a parcel for me? The parcel turns out to be for number 4, while I live at 20. But there should be a note at 4 that the parcel has to go to 20. I don't believe it - I don't know anyone there - but I accept the parcel and tell him that I'll sort it out.

I've always been the post office for half the neighbourhood, most parcels are for my roommate and yesterday I accepted a parcel for someone in Nieuwegein (the previous roommate). I don't mind that and 'we're a good neighbourhood'.

With the package in hand, I walk to number 4. I suspect that the note says that the package should be delivered to the neighbors of number 2 and that a point has expanded to zero.

But the reality is more beautiful and makes this sunny walk through the street worthwhile. The courier is not into letters but recognizes Arabic numerals. A note hangs on number 4:

"Leg pakket maar neer, zo terug"

"Just put the package down, Be right back". 

"Zo", meaning in an instant, reads like 20. He didn't get anything else.