Imagine you want six postcard stamps. Imagine you work two blocks away from the Boulder Valmont Post Office. Imagine the line to see a teller extends out the building. Imagine the line to use the automated postage machine intertwines with the line extending out the building. You want six little postcard stamps to buy with your little fistful of quarters.
You march past the lined-up masses because you have cash and only need six little stamps. You need a stamp vending machine! You walk to where they live only to find a little note posted: "Sorry! We no longer have vending machines! If you'd like to purchase stamps, please see a teller during business hours or use our automated postage machine to your right!"
If you have an exclamation point after the word "SORRY!" then you aren't.
The line to see a teller is a 45 minute wait. You choose the automated postage machine. Twenty minutes later you discover two pleasant little facts:
1. the machine of evil does not accept cash...not even quarters.
2. the unholy machine of corruption does not sell postcard stamps.
Teeth grinding, you pull out your bank card, purchase a whole book of $0.41 stamps and get a happy little receipt asking for your opinion at their website.
An Erinku:
seeds of evil look
innocently like postcard stamps.
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