Ten Bucks for Thirty-Four Cents Worth
Delivery services are a pain in the butt. I get my snail mail at a post office box, and when I checked it yesterday, I had a nice stack of mail. Two pieces were notices of some kind, one of which I immediately recognized as a request to pick up certified mail at the window. Curious, I stood in line for the window, not knowing what to expect. To pass the time, I looked over the other notice. It was…