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Fandom Post Office, October 21 (Tuesday)
Tuesday, October 21st, 2014 09:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
filleauloupNot that the problems with apparently mistaken bulk deliveries had subsided -- sitting in the back right now and addressed to the onsen were a couple dozen crates of what appeared to be dishwashing liquid whose bottles proclaimed various sketchy scents such as barbecued pulled pork and tortilla soup -- but Éponine had more immediate problems to worry about today.
Namely the miniature avalanches of candy corn that kept spilling out of every post office box that got opened.
After about four instances of having to clean up the floor when all she'd been trying to do was make sure someone's mail would get to them, she started holding one of the mail sorting bins beneath each mailbox as she opened it, which was decidedly not the bin's intended purpose but see if she cared.
By about noon, there were three full bins of candy corn sitting outside the post office with a shakily hand-scrawled sign written on the inside of a torn-up priority mail envelope.
Namely the miniature avalanches of candy corn that kept spilling out of every post office box that got opened.
After about four instances of having to clean up the floor when all she'd been trying to do was make sure someone's mail would get to them, she started holding one of the mail sorting bins beneath each mailbox as she opened it, which was decidedly not the bin's intended purpose but see if she cared.
By about noon, there were three full bins of candy corn sitting outside the post office with a shakily hand-scrawled sign written on the inside of a torn-up priority mail envelope.
TAKE SOME.
GET IT OFF OUR HANDS,
it read.
Underneath, as an afterthought:
Please.
GET IT OFF OUR HANDS,
it read.
Underneath, as an afterthought:
Please.