Anticlimax

I took the parcel I'd found in the street down to the solicitor's office this morning. I walked into Reception, a gormless youth came out carrying a coffee mug, took a look at the address, didn't listen to my tale of how I had rescued it and gone to great lengths to reunite it with its owner, mumbled, "Yes, she works here," and shambled off with it. Not even a thank-you. Huh! And he wasn't even the tall, dark, handsome man of my dreams. Just dark - and about 22.

I suppose my reward is knowing the person finally got it, but after all that effort... well, I did expect a tiny pat on the back!