I'm uncertain if my local postal lady intimidates me or infuriates me.
Now, my momma would get onto me if she heard me badmouthing anyone, regardless of it they deserved it or not.
So, I'm not going to mention names or anything. Just know that on the mornings I don't feel like dealing with that lady your tubes get to come along with me on my commute into the city.
Which is why you might see a Boston postmark rather than an Arlington postmark.
Consider the Arlington mark a collector's edition.
These tubes here are going to Mr. King of Richmond and Mr. Murphree of Nashville. So here are the first 8 miles of your prints' journey, boys.