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Why I Live at the P.O.

Well, the local post office can't do a thing about my mail forwarding. I need to get in contact with the one in Oak Park. Joy.

Overheard while waiting in line from an irate customer at window 10:

“Because you said I needed ID, and I showed you my Brooklyn College ID. You said it was out-of-state and you couldn't accept it!”

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Did you really think that Dave was kidding when he said that a Michigander would need a passport to get into that city?

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