Ed sat on the kitchen table, moaning over today’s pile of mail. His new roommate, Tyler, came in.
“What’s wrong?” Ty asked, trying to peer into Ed’s face, concerned.
“The mail came,” was the muffled response. Ty laughed.
“That’s it? You get a breakup note or something?” He laughed.
“No.” He lifted a stack of postcards. “Postcards. I’ve been getting all these postcards with monkeys on them; chimps, specifically.”
“So? Someone’s just on vacation a lot, I guess.”
“No! I have no idea who they’re from! And they just keep coming and coming, no matter where I go! They’re driving me nuts!” Ed buried his head in the postcards. Ty picked up the pile.
“Let’s see: one with kitties, one with the Bard, some on motorcycles, some in hardhats, and… whoa! hello!”
“Like what you see?” Ed asked sarcastically. “Cuz I got a ton of ‘em.”
“Y’know,” Ty mused, “you could write a song about this.”
Ed thought about this, muttering under his breath, “Another postcard, with chimpanzees. And every one is addressed to me…“