Fandom Post Office, March 7 (Tuesday)
Someone kept calling today, wanting to see if their package had arrived yet; Éponine had looked it up in the system the first time, and upon noting that it had only been in transit from two continents and seven dimensions away since this morning had not bothered to look it up again on any of the subsequent calls.
"Look here," she finally told them about four calls into the afternoon (to say nothing of the five this morning, and god only knew how many she'd missed while out on deliveries), "it isn't here yet, d'you see? And it isn't supposed to arrive for another week at least, and you calling me all the time won't make it get here any quicker. Though I'm less of a mind to bother about running it over to you as soon as it arrives, so long's you keep this up."
She thought that would be enough of a stern talking-to.
When the phone rang again an hour later and she went to pick it up and promptly started beating her head into the wall . . . well, now she knew it hadn't been.
[[Open, picking up pings this evening, etc.!]]
"Look here," she finally told them about four calls into the afternoon (to say nothing of the five this morning, and god only knew how many she'd missed while out on deliveries), "it isn't here yet, d'you see? And it isn't supposed to arrive for another week at least, and you calling me all the time won't make it get here any quicker. Though I'm less of a mind to bother about running it over to you as soon as it arrives, so long's you keep this up."
She thought that would be enough of a stern talking-to.
When the phone rang again an hour later and she went to pick it up and promptly started beating her head into the wall . . . well, now she knew it hadn't been.
[[Open, picking up pings this evening, etc.!]]