The first day of the postcard club went well: I received sixteen. When I went to the locus mailboxii to pick them up, the clerk goes, "Ooh, I just loved looking at your mail!" Then she looked down at a pile of mail on the counter and mumbled, "Hang on, hang on, you got one more in this pile somewhere." There was another dude standing right next to me, also checking his mail, so I asked the clerk, "Do you mean him, or me?" She goes, "I mean you. He always just gets a bunch of magazines." It seems ridic now that I'm sitting here a day later writing about it, but at the time I was stricken- stricken!- at the overt violation of mail privacy. "Stricken at the overt violation of mail privacy": just like "Horrified at the sight of a desecrated flag," and "In need of a great number of ice cubes," it's an ultra-Murkin sensation. I relished it.
Anyway, here's the best postcard I received yesterday. It's made out of banknotes!
And here's the one I sent back:
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