Mail has been rather sporadic lately. Sometimes I just tell the carrier they can take a day off. No one really needs their mail-order medicines or the latest quilt fabric catalog, do they?
The other day, though, I arranged for something a little more dramatic.
Usually Smashes Parcels Significantly swears that the collapse of a sorting facility in the Big City to the South “won’t affect mail deliveries at all.”
If you believe that, I’ve some lovely acreage in Muspelheim you might be interested in.
Still, perhaps they are telling the truth (for once), because this managed to arrive for the human female:
Isn’t that hilarious?! Sometimes I make myself laugh! Remember, mortal, it’s a legal document! You have to report exactly where–and when!–they say, or you’ll be in big, expensive trouble!
And I know what you’re thinking. If you show up in your pajamas and slippers, they’ll fine you two hundred dollars!
Ehehehehe! Let’s see you wriggle out of this one.