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“I have a package for W. Puch! Can you please accept it?”
- “Winfried Jedediah Puch. That’s me. Thank you very much!” came the response from the other side of the intercom in a deep, bass-laden, rumbling voice.
“How long is this going to take? I still have sooo many packages to deliver! It’s not my fault,” mused the delivery boy. He rang the bell again, just as the door opened and an impressive figure appeared.
“Oh, hey man, sorry. Here’s the package. A signature, please!”
- “Well, I just had to climb 64 steps, please forgive the wait.”
“Sure thing, dude. You still have pesto on your face. I know you just ate. And what’s that smell all over the hallway? Some herbs for Bolognese?” He didn’t say it out loud. He had been admonished to maintain polite manners with customers.
With an affected casualness, Winfried Jedediah Puch took a small bill from the shiny leather wallet in his jacket, then used the same hand to stroke his mustache and adjust his monocle.
“Hey, thank you! That wasn’t necessary! But… man, I know you from somewhere. Aren’t you…”
- “Winfried Jedediah Puch, young man. You’re doing a fantastic job!”
Was there honey on the banknote? Something was sticky here. But what did it matter, money doesn’t smell.
“Oh, sorry! You just remind me so much of someone, someone from my childhood. And oddly enough, honey.”
- “Haha, yes. That is indeed funny!” A paw, that’s the only way to describe his oversized, hairy hands, landed in his mouth and he almost unnoticed licked his lips afterward. Almost, anyway. Somewhat strange guy. But who cares, at least he wasn’t as ‘friendly’ as the other 573 customers I had to deliver to today. How old is he anyway? 50? 16? Something was off with him.
“I have to go now, have a nice day, old man!”
- “Young man! That’s not how you speak!” But even a blind man with a cane could see he was visibly flattered, “thank you, I wish you a honey-sweet, um, wonderfully great day! Today is actually my favorite day!”
“Oh really? What day is it today?”
- “It’s today! My favorite day.”
Frowning, he hurried back to his delivery van. Whatever, back to work. No more dawdling for the rest of the day. But he was still relatively new in his job, so he hoped his boss would forgive him.

Meanwhile, Winfried Jedediah Puch was back in his apartment and joyfully opened the package.
He chuckled to himself, as tricking this young man had been easier than opening a jar of honey. “Mhhmmmm, Hoooonig!” He leisurely lit his second cigar.
This should ensure that his voice would drop by at least a seventh in no time, or so Chris had warned him before smoking. “Good old Christopher! He’ll surely be delighted with this delivery!”
Winfried Jedediah examined the contents of the package, which weighed about half his body weight. “Ah, what a noble drop!” He adjusted his monocle and made some notes in the table of rum and bourbon varieties he was advised to test. He marked all that contained honey with little hearts in pencil, then, however - he was already 16 after all - erased them again.
He wanted to finally shed his honey-sweet image and make a name for himself as an adult, even though he secretly had no idea whether he had just ordered bourbon, whiskey, or rum.
That’s just part of being an adult.
He toasted to his reflection in the hallway mirror.
“To you, Winfried Jedediah Puch. May people welcome you into their world as warmly as your alter ego Winnie Puch!”

They would. Even in the 16+ version of a Winnie Puch or Pooh, he was a likable, warm guy.
Or a young woman who enjoys wearing men’s perfumes, hehe. If she could create one of the images that comes up when you search for “Winnie Pooh Gentleman Sticker” in an image search engine, she didn’t do too much wrong today.