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fandomtownies2015-06-30 09:06 am
filleauloup) wrote in fandomtownies2015-06-30 09:06 am
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Fandom Post Office, June 30 (Tuesday)
People always complained about the shipping rates; Éponine was used to it, and she couldn't fault them for the complaints, either; sometimes, it was an awful lot of money.
"It depends, though, d'you see?" she said to the person on the phone, who'd called in to ask about their options for mailing a package home. "Not just on how heavy it is, or how big -- it's got to do with when and where we've got to get your parcel to, and what we've got to do to see that it arrives. It's easier some dimensions than others, 'specially if the parcel hasn't got to go too far from the post office. Look here, why don't you bring it in, so we can weigh it and see where it's got to go, and then I can tell you what choices you've got?"
After a little bit of grumbling the caller finally agreed to the suggestion and hung up, and Éponine shook her head as she picked up a package that someone had dropped off for mailing earlier.
"Honestly," she said to the orange tortoise that stood waiting placidly for her to finish strapping the box to its shell, "a place like this, we've got to be tricky to get all the mail out. You'd think people might understand this by now."
The tortoise said nothing, but it did blink slowly at her as if to say What can you do?
"Yes, yes. Get on with it, then." Éponine told it, and gave its shell a pat.
[OOC: . . . don't look at me. Open post, no OCD.]
"It depends, though, d'you see?" she said to the person on the phone, who'd called in to ask about their options for mailing a package home. "Not just on how heavy it is, or how big -- it's got to do with when and where we've got to get your parcel to, and what we've got to do to see that it arrives. It's easier some dimensions than others, 'specially if the parcel hasn't got to go too far from the post office. Look here, why don't you bring it in, so we can weigh it and see where it's got to go, and then I can tell you what choices you've got?"
After a little bit of grumbling the caller finally agreed to the suggestion and hung up, and Éponine shook her head as she picked up a package that someone had dropped off for mailing earlier.
"Honestly," she said to the orange tortoise that stood waiting placidly for her to finish strapping the box to its shell, "a place like this, we've got to be tricky to get all the mail out. You'd think people might understand this by now."
The tortoise said nothing, but it did blink slowly at her as if to say What can you do?
"Yes, yes. Get on with it, then." Éponine told it, and gave its shell a pat.
[OOC: . . . don't look at me. Open post, no OCD.]