The airport is not the only place putting you through a game of 20 questions when you engage their services. Now the Post Office is playing the same game. I went to the P.O. to mail two proposals for critique at a writers conference today. The man behind the counter started off with "First class? Overnight? Express?"
"First class," I answered.
"Certified? Delivery confirmation? Insurance?"
"No, thanks."
"Anything breakable, liquid, or hazardous?"
I looked at him with a sly smile. "Only hazardous to my career if it doesn't get there."
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