That black gunk you get on your hands from handling a freshly published newspaper is surprisingly similar to that you get after handling very old and mostly forgotten books.
Of course, few young people in the 21st Century will have either experience. Electrons don't stick...
Random thoughts, randomly typed at random times ... hopefully being of some random interest.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
The Postman Never Rings ...
Okay, so here's a thought:
Apparently postal carriers won't get out of their little jeeps to put the mail in your postbox. If it's blocked, they just drive on.
So we've been having a yard sale for the last two days. We're moving, we've got stuff we don't want to move, and frankly we need the money. So cars (including ours, so as not to block the driveway) are everywhere ... including by the postbox.
Meanwhile, we're waiting on checks. In the mail. You know, because we need the money? But God forbid the poor postman get out of his jeep, like if he had a parcel or something. So no mail. For two days. And Monday's a holiday.
You don't have to be a math major to figure this out...
Apparently postal carriers won't get out of their little jeeps to put the mail in your postbox. If it's blocked, they just drive on.
So we've been having a yard sale for the last two days. We're moving, we've got stuff we don't want to move, and frankly we need the money. So cars (including ours, so as not to block the driveway) are everywhere ... including by the postbox.
Meanwhile, we're waiting on checks. In the mail. You know, because we need the money? But God forbid the poor postman get out of his jeep, like if he had a parcel or something. So no mail. For two days. And Monday's a holiday.
You don't have to be a math major to figure this out...
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