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fandomtownies2014-11-04 11:06 am
filleauloup) wrote in fandomtownies2014-11-04 11:06 am
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Fandom Post Office, November 4 (Tuesday)
Éponine hated customs forms. Hated filling them out, hated even more having to explain to customers how to fill them out. On some level she understood the whole idea behind them, but given her usual dealings with them they were just a hassle. (All right, more accurately it was her frustration with the customers who found them absurdly difficult to deal with that was the hassle.)
She was not looking forward to that part of the holiday season this year, needless to say, but today was a good warmup for it since approximately every other person who'd come in with something to mail out today was sending it to another country, planet, timeline, dimension and that meant all kinds of running back and forth to the large file room devoted entirely to customs forms. Sometimes all four, just for extra fun. The "now we have to get out the handcart just to bring you the right forms, and here, take this chisel because postal regulations for this dimension requires you to fill out stone tablets in triplicate, and no, we're not liable if you hit your thumb with the hammer while writing" variety of fun.
By lunchtime she was sitting on the front steps of the post office with a cup of coffee and a bag of cookies, trying to convince herself that she really shouldn't contemplate setting people on fire.
She was not looking forward to that part of the holiday season this year, needless to say, but today was a good warmup for it since approximately every other person who'd come in with something to mail out today was sending it to another country, planet, timeline, dimension and that meant all kinds of running back and forth to the large file room devoted entirely to customs forms. Sometimes all four, just for extra fun. The "now we have to get out the handcart just to bring you the right forms, and here, take this chisel because postal regulations for this dimension requires you to fill out stone tablets in triplicate, and no, we're not liable if you hit your thumb with the hammer while writing" variety of fun.
By lunchtime she was sitting on the front steps of the post office with a cup of coffee and a bag of cookies, trying to convince herself that she really shouldn't contemplate setting people on fire.
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