For some reason I needed
to visit the Post Office today, and my lunch-time jaunt mutated into a hellacious
nightmare. As you can see, there were plenty of other folks at the post office,
and the lines were moving slower than molasses on a cold day.
Back at Fairchild, things were similarly slow...I stepped downstairs to
the basement for a midafternoon coffeebreak and found things to be pretty
darn empty.
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