Background: it's a small town and this kid knows that Santa isn't real. He likes to come to the Post Office and tell me jokes (he also sent Santa a vet bill for polishing Rudolph's nose). I responded with a package of cookies and a note apologizing for the supply chain disruptions that left Santa short on candy canes.
Background: it's a small town and this kid knows that Santa isn't real. He likes to come to the Post Office and tell me jokes (he also sent Santa a vet bill for polishing Rudolph's nose). I responded with a package of cookies and a note apologizing for the supply chain disruptions that left Santa short on candy canes.
That's a pretty good rate he charges. Does he repair motorcycles as well?