Fandom Post Office, August 23 (Tuesday)
"No," Éponine was saying to the customer on the other end of the line, "I don't think you can return those only because you keep losing at solitaire with them, it's silly, it's hardly the cards' fault, now, is it? And why are you asking me about it, anyhow? D'you think I care why you're sending a parcel back, so long's you pay for it properly, and it hasn't got anything live with tentacles that come bursting out through the wrapper and go squirming all about the place? Good lord! It took days to get the place cleaned up proper after that happened before."
Because of course it had happened before, was what her tone of voice seemed to imply, and her wordless snort of disgust seemed to imply that there had been slime involved as well.
". . . no, you aren't supposed to send those through the post at all in the first place, it isn't allowed. Look here, if you've absolutely got to, you don't tell me about it!"
She was shaking her head when she hung up the phone. Why did people call about some of the silliest questions?
[OOC: No OCD, open!]
Because of course it had happened before, was what her tone of voice seemed to imply, and her wordless snort of disgust seemed to imply that there had been slime involved as well.
". . . no, you aren't supposed to send those through the post at all in the first place, it isn't allowed. Look here, if you've absolutely got to, you don't tell me about it!"
She was shaking her head when she hung up the phone. Why did people call about some of the silliest questions?
[OOC: No OCD, open!]