Leaflets block your letter box. The letter box is overflowing, you can see the various colourful sheets of paper poking through. Mario now has a pizza delivery with at least 10 varieties. You have the telephone No. so all you need to do is call him and half an hour later the Mario, or Giovanni, or whoever, will deliver the pizza. Another leaflet to keep because it might come in useful.
Now, wait a minute, the local electronic shop has a sale. If you examine the leaflet carefully you find that the television you bought a month ago is now half price, if only you had waited. And that computer is three hundred francs cheaper. Shall I or shall I not, can I afford it? I will put the leaflet on one side and think about it. There is a new restaurant opening in town and if cut out the stamp on the leaflet and take it with me, I get a free drink with the meal, but it’s a vegetarian place and I like a nice juicy steak on my plate, although a mixed salad would go well with it. But wait, the local butcher has sent a leaflet telling me that beef is a special offer, but it is imported, not the local cows. I think I will throw that leaflet away, do not trust it.
The local supermarket is offering pasta, two for one. The leaflet says that if I buy a paket of spaghetti and a paket of noodles, or even two packets of each, I only have to pay for one. Put it one side with the others.
Memories of the working days when I would send kilos of leaflets all over the world advertising our products, translated into languages that I had never heard of. Single leaflets would be sent to the various customers showing the newest developments. Perhaps piles of leaflets would be placed at an exhibition somewhere, all in the name of advertising to sell. And perhaps they would arrive in a letter box somewhere in deepest Asia, or Africa, even the States and someone would put it on one side, because it might just come in useful one day.
I will have a look my leaflets in detail later when I have time. I now have to sweep the leaves up in the garden, the wind has blown them everywhere. It’s that time of the year, they are lying everywhere advertising that Autumn is around the corner.
And now there is a ring at the door. It’s Mario with the pizza delivery. What would we do without the leaflets?