03 April 2008

Neither Rain Nor Sleet Nor Snow Nor Hail

Could stop the Hillbug. But she didn't figure on the last-minute paper. This afternoon, as I walked bi-level from the bus stop, through a literal combination of, yes, rain, sleet, snow, and hail, dreading writing the paper that is due tomorrow, I asked the mailman I passed if my tax dollars would buy me a ride home. He denied any connection between postage and human delivery. I got quite wet.


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