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tikistitchSo, tiki spent the morning at the post office, mailing off dollies to all our nice buyers.
Entering the PO is always an eye-opening event, as we marvel at the fellow human beings we meet who have, for all evidence, never in their lives before entered a post office, and as such are innocent of the wonders therein. Like, these packages, what are they?
Today was a good sampling, as the line stretched out the door.
Do you see the woman at the counter?
She didn't know how to use a roll of tape. Yes, really. She didn't know how to use tape. The insanely patient postal clerk was helping her.
Entering the PO is always an eye-opening event, as we marvel at the fellow human beings we meet who have, for all evidence, never in their lives before entered a post office, and as such are innocent of the wonders therein. Like, these packages, what are they?
Today was a good sampling, as the line stretched out the door.
Do you see the woman at the counter?
She didn't know how to use a roll of tape. Yes, really. She didn't know how to use tape. The insanely patient postal clerk was helping her.
