The Postbox

The mission was simple; pop back to the apartment, grab a beer and some shoe polish for the boss, then head back down to the girl’s apartment. We were staying in a refurnished complex called the Postbox, which was conveniently next to the Mailbox. Parking was difficult, we had to circle the area three times before deciding where to go; and the venue only had room for one car. But we eventually stopped in a nearby shopping complex that allowed overnight stays. Upon checking in, I wasn’t really paying attention as I didn’t make the booking, but we were given room keys once the spares had been found. We were shown to our rooms which were well furnished and had a nice view of the square and the library beyond. The girl’s apartment was a little bigger and plusher and we should have switched as there were more places to crash. But the strange thing was that our keys didn’t actually have our room number on it, which caused great confusion when I was sent on my mission.