James had a letter to mail yesterday, an unremarkable document in a postage paid envelope. Under normal circumstances, it could have been dropped into any nearby mailbox, including the one at the end of our driveway.
I remembered that postal rates had recently increased, and suggested he have the letter checked at the post office. Sure enough, the envelope required an additional two cent stamp. James had exact change, two flat pennies, which he pulled from his pocket and slapped on the counter.
Assuming this simple transaction was complete, he turned to leave. The postal worker called him back. “Don’t forget your receipt!”
This is what she handed him…. (CLICK TO ENLARGE)
Is it any wonder that postage keeps increasing? There’s got to be two cents worth of ink and paper in that receipt! 
I can't say what I'd like to say because, well, that might be consider unsafe and perhaps a flame on your blog.
ReplyDeleteI am however SO HAPPY to see you peek out and share life with us! I've been stuck in my own hidey hole so I'm walking the edge just mentioning that. Simply put however, I've missed you!
You gotta be kidding me...And to boot it talks about recycling!! ha ha ha... Over here in the UK the post office only prints a receipt if you ask for one.
ReplyDeletePretty darned ridiculous, in my opinion!!! I have even told them I don't WANT the receipt and they print it and hand it to me to throw away.
ReplyDelete*ugh* Don't get me started on the post office . . . . the perfect example of organized inefficiency *s*
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