Fandom Post Office, December 20 (Tuesday)
If it hadn't been right at the peak of the holiday last-minute present-shipping rush, Éponine might not have minded the mistletoe so much; it didn't really bother her when she was alone in the lobby. And if customers did come in, well, there was the counter, and she had a broom, and she'd hit them with a copy of the employee handbook if she had to. (It might as well be good for something.)
But. Last minute holiday mailing rush, so the odds of being alone in the lobby today were just about nonexistent.
Mostly, she was just rooting for any pushy mistletoe to get trampled by customers, because it was too busy in here today for that nonsense anyhow. Honestly, there was enough chaos in here without people making out in line.
[OOC: My brand new pack of English muffins turned out to be moldy, so I had to throw it out and accidentally threw out the OCD with it. Open, though SP till evening!]
But. Last minute holiday mailing rush, so the odds of being alone in the lobby today were just about nonexistent.
Mostly, she was just rooting for any pushy mistletoe to get trampled by customers, because it was too busy in here today for that nonsense anyhow. Honestly, there was enough chaos in here without people making out in line.
[OOC: My brand new pack of English muffins turned out to be moldy, so I had to throw it out and accidentally threw out the OCD with it. Open, though SP till evening!]